Inspiration

I have words in me
That need to escape
They crawl under my skin

I want to tear at it
Make them come out
Make it work

I want you to read
What’s in me
I want you to see the pieces
That you’ve left

The talent produced
By pain
And never pleasure

Could I write by the countryside?
A soothing
Love poem
Where all is well
Or
Could I write about the beauty of spring
And the smell of a lover
Who isn’t cheating
and a season that isn’t dying

I couldn’t
I wouldn’t
Write about things
I have no knowledge of
So I write in the darkness
Of myself

© 2007 Miss Blue