Original Poetry

i miss writing.

it used to be easy…

secondary to my nature,

the silent moments, whether forced

or unconsciously happening, produced

a strings of words that sings my soul.

but the days moved along and the empty hours

never did return, it carried away the ease of  inspiration.

Quarter-life and the hustling only produced empty spaces,

and the urge to spin thoughts was replaced

by the craving to sleep through sunrises.

1 thought on “i miss writing.”

  1. Your meaning is portrayed beautifully. I can feel your pain of missing writing…what happens or changes to make it so difficult all of a sudden?

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