blood in the stillness

How is it so,

that i write and i write

and i write,

yet i go nowhere,

the present is an action,

like no other time, 

and here i go, writing in this moment,

bleeding this heart in ink,

And nothing could ever be so still.

Reviews

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Well said, but you have to go somewhere in your writing. Not everybody does it, but those that do, loves it! :)

[Jenni]

Thank you for the feedback!:)

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

You're most welcome! :)