the words float,
up above,
crawls underneath,
the crevices of my
overworked brain
yet nothing concrete forms
the words are elusive
there is a clog in the brain
that holds back the words
that have not been written in months
the words float,
up above,
crawls underneath,
the crevices of my
overworked brain
yet nothing concrete forms
the words are elusive
there is a clog in the brain
that holds back the words
that have not been written in months