On an upside...

The words don't come as fast
As the images do,
But they will.
One day.
I guess.
I wish I had them;
They're all I've got
Most of the time. The rhyme
Never escapes me,
But it comes in with a vengeance
When the literal gets
Too real.
I'd rather speak in metaphor
Than piece together the violence
Of real words
That hurt,
Circle and Pierce the spirit
Like a crown of thorns...
Yeah: that real.
For now,
A blank space will do
Because I don't have the energy
To lie to you.
And the truth won't fit.

Imagine what you wish
To find here.
Write back soon...