PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I cant even think of it is that I want to portray. Nothing comes to mind and I'm clutching at straws but everything slips through my fingers.



Am I no longer sure of myself. My brain feels empty and I'm not longer brimming with creative juices and I dont know where to begin to start to stew such a soup.



I feel like an empty person.

Maybe the medication blasted it all out of me. Leaving an empty field. But in Gallipoli didnt all the grass grow back. Isnt it a field fill of healing and blood red poppies.

Rememberance of forever but it doesnt remain empty.