sometimes I just hold a pen
and start writing
with no meaning no inspiration
no joy no satisfaction
Sometimes I write bitter
which is odd as my words become better
sometimes I read about my past and tremble with laughter
Sometimes I look at a book
while my telling myself to write
in the white
but the pain is not light
so I just call it a day or night
Sometimes I dream
as one's silver knight
picturing imagining myself as their light
some might say its part of age
while some call it being weird
so I do nothing but place it in paper
the only place I can control my temper
where I find pictures of myself that I remember
thats why I go through them before I slumber
Sometimes
By :Trevor Makombe
©depreacher
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