When it fades away,
Into the night,
Polished rough edges,
Like ocean glass,
It changes ever,
So slowly & surely,
Till it exists in,
A newest form,
It's lost its sharpest,
Sting & ache,
Yet even time,
Worn & faded,
The questions unanswered,
Haunt the darkness,
Never the same,
But never gone,
Memories of You.
*~*Jenah Resurgam*~*
This feeling creeping in,
Starts like pain behind my eyes,
Tense,
Why did they cut me off?
Why can't that chick get it?
It's building like a volcano,
Hide,
I can't handle society,
I can't handle people,
I'm not in the mood,
Explode,
Pushed too far I snap,
Crazy is showing now,
Heat climbing I forget,
Aftermath,
All my warnings ignored,
Crumbled mess leftover,
Can't unsay those things,
Headache and temperature subside,
Welcome to the struggle of a bad mood.
A writer's enemy,
This blank white page,
Thoughts bouncing around my head,
Fans working to cool unrelenting humidity,
What if I don't know what to write,
Is it always for competition & recognition?
This quiet before the storm,
Maybe writing can simply be,
Can simply exist,
This blank white page.
