POEM 5: I Couldn't Write a Poem

Sometimes

The spaces within blank papers

Ripple into creases of sweat-stained mountains

Marked by streaks of dirt and tears

When my palms sink beneath the waves

Instead of tightly hugging the slipping pens.

I could scribble the faces of my demons

Typhoons, islands, lines that never end, yet

I could not write a single phoneme

Or pen a single name. I gasp

At what my mind could make of distant stars

What my palms could make of pristine sheets

What my hands could make of black ink

And what all couldn't.

Written 20th January, 2022.

Poem copyright © 2022 by Peter Ryuken B. Hermosura, “I Couldn't Write a Poem”

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Another poem written from the standpoint of a person suffering from anxiety. This short poem portrays how feelings of anxiety and extreme worry can wreak havoc on the things you loved to do, your hobbies and passions, and you, too.