I hope.
That someday I" ll open up the floodgates
and let the lyrics flow
someday I"ll understand the dry taske
when the words are trapped below.

Now I feel worthless
maybe I should open the drawer
burn the pages
write poems with the ash on the floor
pour the ink into the sink
and watch it drain from the shore.

I dont want to love no more
though its the one thing I have been searching for
though its the one thing that I miss the most.

Looking into the ocean, like
maybe I will find myself tonight.
I ask for a better mind.
Then tap into the sight through my third eye.

I had never realized.

I thought I had chosen my design.

I thought I was broken all this time.