Brooding over this little piece
Of white paper with blue lines
Clipped motionless
To my writing board black.
Over creation of thoughts
Refusing to come out
Can the rushing waves of mind
Be slowed down?
Splashing sprays of disconnected thoughts
Be counted?
What do I write about? me?
Or the world around?
Or should I write about
The nonsense thoughts of my mind
Wandering on the numbness
Of trees facing the axe,
The meanings of unheard proverbs,
Origins of songs heard in dreams.
Nothingness fills everything
Words cannot express it all
The depth of hopelessness
In a heart
Mustering courage to let in
The faintest light ray.