ISOLATED I FEEL BOUND
Uninspired~
As the coldest of air stands still~
Trapped in a wordless world~
My ideas are stifled~
With a sour mood.
Unenthused as well as under-stimulated~
Not a stir on the land~
I am not moved~
By the snow in the Northwest stance.
Discouraged and unmotivated~
The winter has crept in~
For me to pay my dues~
Nothing provokes me~
Nothing to persuade me~
To write any flowing words.
My mind declares~
With only a weak utterance~
Not even that often. ~
I think to myself~
What an almost unbearable circumstance~
“I got nothin”.
As the snow crunches under my boots~
I find myself alone~
With quietness overwhelming~
As well depression trying to domineer~
I fight it back by praying~
As I desperately try to keep my faith from failing.
I now sit on the porch~
Feeling bored and abandoned~
The cold has started to seep through my layers~
Not even a bird has dared to venture around~
What beauty in the white covering~
Is lost on me~
As isolated I feel bound.
By Lisa J. Warner AKA Lisa Luv
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