#NaPoWriMo Day 17: Yet Another Story.

Today, once again, I have chosen to simply write whatever came to mind instead of choosing a prompt to write on. It has been a tiring couple of days and I am not in the mood to put my mind to work, honestly. Regardless, I think this poem has turned out pretty well.

If you’re here, please also go check out my bestfriends’ pages, Kittu’s Modern Mixtape, and Amour Infini. They’re amazing writers, and you’re going to love their works!

Happy reading! Xx

I find myself often, these days,
More at a loss for words than I did before,
My quills have splayed and broken,
My inkwell run out and dry,
Like my words have forsook me,
Yet I sift through the pages and write,
For if I didn’t, I wouldn’t breathe;
I write to breathe, and to breathe, I write.

What are my words,
If not
Another part of me?
What good am I
If I cannot write?

I spend my hours
Watching the clock tick by,
And I reach within,
Searching for depths that elude me,
And words that don’t come to me, still.

I find myself often, these days,
More at a loss for words than I’d like,
My nights hold no peace to them,
And my mornings hold no glory–
Yet I pick up my pen,
In vain hopes that I’ll find,
Yet another poem to write,
And yet another story.

~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.

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