Wednesday, 21 September 2016

when i no longer want to write...

what happens
when my ink
escapes and dehydrates
forget me not, candy flowers 
with the use
of each delectable

when there is nothing
left to scribe
all subjects mute
of any desire

a silenced mind
disintegrated dreams
into the void

what about
candy coated

that don't
want to come
to fruition?

or worlds
that die
with inhabitants
yet to have
been conceived?

or simple
who just want
to be able
to breathe
in a space not
confined by paper
and ink...

a lot of interesting
for sure...

...time to contemplate
is essential...