Rusted

Written painfully

Orange grittiness covers my fingers

Dusting my keyboard with crooked strokes

Back in the old spot

Same chairs

Same order

Same people

Heavy, my thoughts collect like goo 

around the edges

viscous and resistant

I begin

directionless 

hoping to regain my agility 

Brushing off the grime 

Scraping with my fingernails

to remove the the oxidation 

And then, wonderfully,

there is clarity   

Reviews

[emipoemi]

Writing without punctuation can be difficult for the reader at times, so, if I may, I'd like to suggest a little tweak: from my second read, I realized that "back in the old spot" was not exactly part of the previous two lines, so it should have either its own line or be part of the second stanza (but aesthetically speaking, AND poetically speaking, it would be good to have it on its own line). Also, there's one "the" too many at the end of Stanza 5. Other than that, my goodness!! This is talent! Not sure if anyone has defined you as a poet yet, but you have the skill of one. This is amazing! Well done!

[. serah .]

~ i like the way you write... so real and yet so poetic... just like clarity... when it suddenly arrives... and when it does... it doesn't seem like one has been waiting endlessly...