this chaotic mess
of scribbles and raw sentiment
how I wish that I
for once could quiet you
my mind races
with such uncontrolled abandon
that I feel ill
oh, but to have
that fluid grace
of famous scribes
who fused words
and poured heart
into such beauty
that it made one weep
Ha! I hold no such poise
my stance more like
a drunken fool
Yet still I try
to give these tangled thoughts a voice
for my mind is too weak
to hold such a weight
to unburden myself
I fix words to page
and be silent no more.
[bctt tweet=”DARK POETRY ~ ‘This Cursed Gift’ by Tina McFarlane @Tina_Mcfarlane – ‘this chaotic mess/of scribbles and raw sentiment/how I wish that I/for once could quiet you'” username=”theboldmom”]
