two in one night

[azemond]

A writer’s prompt

This page is blank and needs to be filled.
Word swarm around my head
Ideas brimming waiting to be spilled
Yet, about those, nothing is said

Not hard to express the mind
True, says you, just write it down
But nothing comes though I take the time
Now the swarm becomes internally bound

Its silent now, nothing is heard
Care to know what became of them?
That precious…no precarious unspoken word
Changed, now nothing has reached its end

Now I know why I cannot write
But it fills me up with dread
Now those words are black as night
The will to write is just dead.

Derrick Gillmer

Precurser to the storm

I’m dying
As I melt inside awaiting
The you to show

I’m crying
As the sun fades away
No tree can grow

If I plant the love of us in this fertile ground
Will it grow?
If you toil with me till you fall down
Will it know?

The clouds
They gather now
To represent my fallen tears

The thunder
It echoes so loud
Matched only by my darkest fears

I’m lying
Bathed in my blood
It hurts me

I’m sighing
The cursed estranged one
I cant breathe

If I stomp this out of the inside
Will you cry?
If I care to say the words good bye
Will you die?

Will you die with me?
Crying in this storm to be?
Sharing in the misery
Will you bow your head?
And die…with me?

-Derrick Gillmer