Paralyzed

I wouldn’t even call it a break

An unhappiness

Regret

 

The void

In the shell

Of my emotions

 

A white canvas

Torn thru

My motivation

 

There are no pieces

There was no break

 

The cold

Burned

Hot as the sun

 

And I am paralyzed

In the actions of anything

To keep my mind

From living

 

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For you

You know I have poems

For all of you

And words for memories

A collection piling in my books

Songs are great expressions

Some have acquired whole bands

 

I don’t love you

But feeling for all

Are read in my words

No tears are left on my pages

No pain released

 

Just a poem

About

For

In spite of you

 

Each to his own I have left

Pages of sorrow and love

But I have nothing to give you

Cause I see nothing from you