A poet writes
of the yellow brick Road to the Wizard of Oz
I’m grasping at straws
Poetry of substance Worthy of a cause
I’m Grasping at straws
I read poetry without flaws
I’m grasping at straws
Poetry so deep in content, I am in awe
I’m grasping at straws
Poetry so reflective I have to take a pause
Yet still I’m grasping at straws
This is more than writer’s block
My Acadian clock stopped
My brother passed away
I can’t find anything to say
Can’t breathe I cry and pray
Words betray my heart
Numb my brother and I apart
My Tears will stop life will be OK
I hope today would be a better day
I read poetry to fill the hole
Until grief, depression loss lets me go
Living moment, by moment is all I know
A rebel without a cause
I’m grasping at straws
Inspired song
Take this pain
By Jake Banfield 2022
I can’t seem to write anything of substance. My heart just isn’t in it. I read such inspiration epic poem. Trying to find my voice again. I’m not one who wants to write like somebody else. I may and I’m good at it. My brother was three years older than me Just saying that sentence has me in tears.
