Setting Words Free Poem by Lizzy Scott

This is the Literature version of a sketch, just something I did when I was bored....





Look into the darkness, and see my face.

One of sorrow that you can't place.



of past events and sad endings

of willful time and truth bending.



shattered glass and broken dreams

This is I, or, so it seems.



Trapped inside my own past time

I make this flow, and make it rhyme.



A method to my madness? There is none.

And I won’t stop until I’m done.



Interesting this may be,

But I have to set these words free.



Meaning nothing, yet so much

Where is the point of this, there is none.



Walking miles, yet staying still

This is my life, but not my will.



Writers block is what is set

Trapped in my own world, is what I get.



Boring old life with no thrills

No reason for writing but I still have will.



When I get older this is what I want to be.

To master in letting all these words free.

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