clenched fists and stale
cigarette smoke
the kind that clings to
your clothes making you out
to be some kind of
romantic
soul
you’ve got all the words
and act the part with ease
but something in your head
keeps you from succeeding
it’s the fear
of stepping outside
of becoming something different
driving you crazy
like van gogh and pollock
only there’s nothing beautiful
about being
you
Categories: Poetry
Profound, thought-provoking and so very true… These words could describe many looking but fearful of finding…
Thank you for sharing your talent…
AnnMarie
Thank you, I’m glad you could relate, and found my poem enjoyable x
You’re most certainly welcome. Have a wonderfully creative Monday…
AnnMarie
Brilliant.
Thanks 🙂