Oh its uninspiring
these blues are like fire.
And I am uninspired
still falling further.
at 24 without passion
lost without a word
like a voice wrapped
in cellophane
muted at the chord.
Vocally forgotten
intangibely indirect
I'm shuffling without meaning
and falling deeper yet.
Still within the motions
still within my time
but unable to grasp
an inch
of a string on a tethered wire.
David DeSantis
David DeSantis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/7-43-a-m/
