Bloom 01

Sometimes, I feel like I'm talking to the air Saying things no one's every going to hear Writing words for readers that aren't there. I write stories, I talk about pain Over and over again I write about drowning in waters I haven't even dived in Painting pictures when I don't know how to steady my brush. I'm a false prophet Preaching the about religion of creativity When half the time I lack the energy To throw myself into making art Guarding my heart jealously And I patching the pieces that get torn apart. I am a false prophet Preaching a gospel I myself sometimes do not believe in. ©Bloom