Writters blck

[Jabberwocky]

lamentation of words and their inabilities
to express the feelings circling
just on the edge of my consciousness
begging for a release.

Generationally speaking
systematically acting
all neat categories of thought-feelings
do nothing to elucidate the patterns i see

Connotative connections
of unsimilar things
pulse bright
with the secret knowledge that i hold dear

yet....

a can full of wadded up papers
unsound attempts at a frustrating pastime
ensorcel my thoughts
transfixing my abilities until they are numb

 

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I know that exact feeling. It hurts when it gets you, that much I know.