Writersblock

Posted on by Josephine

The only poetic waves in my head

come from lyrics already said

I can not think straight anymore

And my hands are sore

The tissues are soaked

and my smile slightly croaked

A dubble knotted trap in my brains

and spotted blood in my veins

I am not who I was

and I am not who I want to be

Published by Josephine

Semi-personal blog. Dutch and English poetry and stories that document my life. Sincerely believes in writing as a form of therapy.

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