Poem -

CHOKED

CHOKED

When I pick my pen and fetch my head
And my soul ceases to pour out its frustrations
And the weight of my absence holds me to ransom
And the search within lands on nothing
I am all alone in a world drained of words
Boiling emotions sit in me and fail to flow
When they do, the pipelines choke from the overflow
Strength gets weakened by an overwhelming experience
Strong winds make the wings of a bird useless
I gaze, amazed by the maze wired in my grey matter
Oh, a draining strength!
Strength, so weakening

 

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Cherie Leigh

Hi Anthony...I feel like I lost my energy just reading this...I could not live without my words being written down...to feel my muse is gone..That will be a sad day....Great write. xo ;) 

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Punzy

This is powerfully written.. heavy hearted. 🙏

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S.zaynab.kamoonpury

Great sublime muse expressed in a poetic splendid way wow. Kudos.

pls pleez do review/ comment/ write your thoughts as to my newest poem too.

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Marion Price

Powerful...can relate ...writing is such a powerful therapy and lifeline and that feeling when there is so much to express but there are no words( for now) is like being .....constipated🤪( for me anyway 😬😊) nice write 🌹

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Anthony Yormesor

I agree with everything you've said Marion. Writing is an escape for some of us. Getting stuck while planning an escape, isn't funny :)

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