Dry #smallstone 10

 

Dry

 

I’m bone-dry

Not a word left

That I need to write

Beauty and interest

Surround me

And fail to touch.

There’s a wall

Bricks of anxiety

Mortar of fear

Behind it, words hide

Trembling with fright

At their abandonment.

 

 

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6 thoughts on “Dry #smallstone 10

  1. I can relate to that completely. It does feel like a dungeon. I’ve never been able to describe it so well though. 🙂

    • Monochrome…mmmmm.
      I find that when I am in the midst of a bout of depression, my ability to perceive colour is actively less. Also sense of smell and hearing diminish. Sometimes shocking the senses can trigger a recovery.

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