as my heart sinks, I attempt to make my pen follow.
all it will do is mimic my brain
its ideas of what is hurt and what is sorrow
an empty waste land, so numbed; vacant of pain

the pen curves but the words mean nothing

my soul cries; a little girl
oh how I long to help her
connected, unconnected.
Let your mind unfurl
It's what I feel. At least I think it is.

the pen curves but never writes what is so clearly imprinted on my heart

how can you cry for hurt you don't have?
ignorance is bliss
but it must be there if I feel it
it must be there
it reminds me with a worse wave; a hit

of remorse for living life without it
but I can't communicate it
for then I'd let it go

I doubt I'll ever know

the pen curves but my words mean nothing