There's no place big enough for me
I've got nowhere to run or hide
No safe place as far as I can see
No love or positivity I can abide.
When sorrow takes its mighty hold
Wreaks a havoc on my cold heart
Ice and pain squeeze my very soul
Tiny spaces breaking me so far apart.
Restraints that hold me down,
Locked into those dark, tiny spaces
Can't breathe from the seeds I've sown,
There's no large open lights places.
My blood pounds through open veins
Breath falls short in my lungs
That anger bursts into my heart saying
The oppressive pain of words unsung.
The blackbird sits on my windowpane
Refusing to fly, the message clear.
One blackbird for sorrow and pain,
I sit back and accept his end is near.
About the Creator
ME Clark
When you put the words on paper or screen and watch the characters come to life, it can completely transform your world, your mood and your universe. Living around the world, I have loved to move people and places into different arenas.
Do you understand haiku?
Do you ever get sidetracked when writing? I do. I think it must be in the nature of the creative mind to draw connections and have a need to explore them. Since the World Wide Web became established in the 1990s, this has become a lot easier to do. The phenomenon being described as ‘going down a wormhole.’ Sometimes a distraction, but I have written some of my best work when I have disappeared down one web wormhole or another. It also happened in the days when most of my research was book based so we can't blame it on the internet. Book research was just slower. These days, guided by my AI friend, it is much, much quicker.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 days ago in Poets
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