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Useful? - Writing |
"Are you useful?” “Sometimes.” “Are you useful?” “Sometimes.” “No, are you useful?” “...Yes.” “Good, I don’t understand why you don’t think you are.” ~ ~ ~ (....If I could tell you, I would.) ~ ~ ~ Don’t force the words into my mouth, Similar to ash as I cower like a mouse. I know my worth, I know my youth. This is my truth as I yearn to be let loose. I can fly, I’ve seen the sights There’s so much I can accomplish before night. But I can’t do so, with The doubt you make me feel—So go. I need to find my own wings, (you can’t force me) Ones un-bothered by the rain. ~ But... Your insistence to flood my world with your own, And never let my opinion be known. It has turned me into a hollow, A husk of who I was, no longer a swallow. So how can I fly, When all I’ve known is how to cry? A frustration of lacking and not partaking, An inability to do anything— ~ I have much fear - so scared - and tired; The words I knew so well having expired. I’ve lost the game and the rhyme, The rhythm that plays in my mind. There’s only the creeping sensation, Of a passion that’s lost all creation. So in what way can I regain my inspiration, These wings that lost all ignition. ~ I want to fly, spread my wings And take to the skies. I miss the wind, the sea within Save me from the storm’s eyes. Since I’m not a coward, Only clipped wings no longer enabled. ~ “Are you useful?” “Sometimes.” (Life is full of uncertainties) “Are you useful?” “Sometimes.” (And I just want to fly) “No, are you useful?” “...Yes.” (I want to believe, but how can I?) “Good, I don’t understand why you don’t think you are.” ~ ~ ~ (....If I could tell you, would I?) |