Scribbles

Sometimes,

words come easy.

Sometimes,

words will hurt.

They breathe life

into perfection;

but,

they can spark

flames that burn.

 

You choke

on your heart,

as you scribble

on paper.

The etchings of fate

in the grasp

of your hand.

 

Sliding on tears,

you slip to

the scribbles,

creating them once again.

 

Pieces of life

shimmer like glass,

as they shatter

onto the pavement.

 

Surrounded by scribbles,

lost, confused,

drowning in the sea of reflections.

 

Don’t breathe,

don’t blink,

you might miss

a step.

Don’t look,

don’t listen,

you might never forget.

 

In an instant,

the scribbles

might come

crashing down

with regret.

Reviews

[writernubbin]

Good job! I have to say I especially like the "Sliding on tears..." line as well.

[T. J. Blackburn]

I like the imagery. Keep it up.

"Sliding on tears,/you slip to/the scribbles,/creating them once again." Great line.