June.

 

I got lost in June

Submerging myself in song lyrics

And hiding behind cigarette smoke

A sadness swept over me

One like I'd never known

I loathed the universe for playing unfair

Angry tension devoured my inner thoughts and thus I discovered such a thing as writers block.

When the pen no longer fit my hand I gripped what was left of the sunset and refueled my soul.

Unable to find satisfaction, I closed my eyes

Falling asleep

Waking up sometime mid July.

 

◄ Yesterday must go.

Keep Pouring. ►

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Jordyn Elizabeth

Wed 17th Aug 2022 00:02

Thank you both for the comments 😁 I appreciate the feedback on here.

After a nice break it feels good to be back .

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Stephen Atkinson

Tue 16th Aug 2022 12:26

Back with a bang Jordyn! Beautifully written, as always 🌈

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Tom

Tue 16th Aug 2022 11:16

"I gripped what was left of the sunset and refuelled my soul." So good Jordyn. Enjoyed this one and glad you made it through to the other side.

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