©Elizabeth Shannon
Words
Some days
I wish there were
No words
To spill from my pen
No double edged sword
Slicing my thoughts
Nothing abstract
And certainly nothing concrete
The words
pour onto the page
And march into lines
Playing with me
As opposed to me with them
Teasing my brain
And twisting my tongue
I
wish I didn't need this damned notebook
No more confusion
Syntax backward
Broken poetry
No
Tonight I will pray for
Silence