Cut Out My Tongue
a word or a thought so few come to me
that setting here is hard
it is sheer misery
I cannot think of things to write
or a lovely thought to convey
No talent have I -
I've nothing to say
So cut out my tongue
I think that I will
Since nothing of value
spills forth from it still
there's no use for it
nor is there for I
as words do not come
as time passes by.
Tags: Poetry; Poetic Words; Life Poems
that setting here is hard
it is sheer misery
I cannot think of things to write
or a lovely thought to convey
No talent have I -
I've nothing to say
So cut out my tongue
I think that I will
Since nothing of value
spills forth from it still
there's no use for it
nor is there for I
as words do not come
as time passes by.
Tags: Poetry; Poetic Words; Life Poems
posted by View From The Lake @ 2:38 PM
1 Comments:
At 4:05 PM,
David A. Bernard said…
I like this poem ..it shows to me that someone who has the art of writing ...what he or she goes through when the mind draws a blanks.
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