Writer’s Block
By Jada Bethea Anger weighs on my heart, Bitter thoughts corrupt my mind. I used to write beautiful poems. Not flowery but beautiful. One idea flowed into the next, It was music. Euphonious rhyme schemes that left you speechless. Now the pencil point breaks after every couplet. Days have passed. I no longer share my thoughts, Not because I have no desire to, But because there is no cohesive way to express them. Everything is a mess. I… am a mess. And I’m trying to be okay, To do better, To not love you, To not want you, To not need you. But I’m failing, And I’m falling, Always crying, With every soft sigh at a social gathering, I open up to the world. Devil face towards the sky. And then those three seconds pass, And my demons go back into hiding. They strain to clap, The pity applause is deafening, My vocal cords go stiff, For I am not the artist I once was. Jada is a Senior. She will be attending New York University in the Fall. She enjoys writing in her free time.
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Epiphany Literary Magazine is a safe space for students at Franklin High School to share their creativity. Archives '16-'20
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