RESPONSIBILITY

Still drowning looking for a life preserver that may never come.
I’m sinking down into my indebted guilt.
There seems to be a light at the end of the tunnel, but it’s not for me.
I suffocate in the darkness on my own fumes.

I’m sinking down. Into my indebted guilt
bricks crush the very thought of recovering.
I suffocate in the darkness on my own. Fuming
at the fumes that accelerates my hate.

Bricks crush the very thought of recovery.
There has to be a way to resolve
the fumes that accelerates my hatred
for all the crap that now takes ownership of me.

Still drowning. Looking for a life preserver that will never come.
There hasn’t been a way to resolve.
There seems to be a light at the end of the tunnel. It’s not for me.
all my crap now takes ownership of me.

©Alissa Vreeland, 2017.

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A Writer’s Block Pantoum

 

I am in a daze.

I need to finish. I need to write.

When I start to think my mind wanders and is filled with a haze.

The next day passes wasting daylight.

 

I need to finish. I need to write

but I have been stuck on you for days.

The next day passes. Wasted daylight.

I could have spent that time writing without delays.

 

But, I have been stuck on you. For days

now still, nothing has taken flight.

I could have spent that time writing. Without delays

I once again become hopeless searching for some insight.

 

Now? Still nothing has taken flight.

My writings have become nothing more than the obvious cliches.

I once again become hopeless. Searching for some insight

I scrap it all and look for new pathways.

 

My writings have become nothing more than. The obvious cliches

when I start to think my mind wanders and is filled with a haze.

I scrap it all and look for new pathways.

I am in a daze.

©Alissa Vreeland and miscellaneousliss, 2017.