So he finds….

Posted in Poetry

writers-block1

Without his muse

He can’t write a fucking thing

Phraseology trapped under his skin

Awaits  release from inertia

Awaits a lightness of breath

To unbind his heart’s language

A vocabulary of verity

On bones winter white

Waiting for thaw

Published by mvitrano

What can one say in a few words that would define who they are? "I give a fuck, sometimes too fucking much"....that about sums it up :) https://mvitrano.wordpress.com/

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