When Frustration and Mystery Embrace
#4 of Poetry
Been having a bad streak of writer's block. I came up with this. Not the best one out of them
Got the right words
But lacking the inspiration
So stuck
Im wearing out
Lets try to get the picture
So we can understand
We know it means something
But it still shrouded in mystery
Scratching my head in frustration
Trying to figure out what it means
But every second passing by
I'm losing interest
So lets head out the door
And stay outside for a while
Lying down on the grass
Staring at the sky
As the sunset slowly lights the mountains
Before it goes down
The stars light up the sky
The moonlight shines down on the lake
I hear you whisper my name
With a smile on your face
I take one last look at the moon
The stars begin to fall like snow
Mysterious yet so beautiful
As I feel the warmth of them
Slowly landing on me
So small yet so welcoming