Poem – Crumbled Papers

Crumbled papers thrown with disgust

Bounce across the floor

Filled with shades of me

That I am trying to explore


Diving into gaping holes

Bringing up words

That only reflect cracks

Merely feathers compared

To the weights on my back


Like a mime I try

To feel my way out

In these walls of ineptitude

I stand trapped

Inability to capture crystal clear images

With these continuing failures

My face is repeatedly slapped


Each defeat feeds the need

As my own interpreter I act

To trudge on and battle myself

All the barricades I have built

And the skill I apparently lack



13 responses to “Poem – Crumbled Papers

  1. Pingback: •ρ• Never Missed « Reflections on Reality

  2. we “creative types” go through it all the time. glad to know i’m not the only one. Its nice to see how you portray my same feelings sometime. great write! 🙂

  3. Painfully, painfully true – though the ‘lack’ lamented in this is conspicuously absent while the responses suggest that ‘failure’ is not evident.

    A caress this time then, rather than a slap.

    Well done.

  4. Good poem, can relate to it – maybe a poem is never really finished as always seem to be tweaking mine, often years later!

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