poemetry

2020-1-4

finding a single
word
is more than i can do
this morning.
fear & despair &
the awful wish
that i could do
something with this
one-and-only
life of mine
that would give me
peace & satisfaction –
all i can
do is describe
the frustration.
i cannot unlock
the door
that leads to
that place
i’ve dreamed of
for so long.
a single word.
and it isn’t
try.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *