06/27/2025
I wrote this in the early dawn when feeling low. Feeling unheard - truly unwritten. I created this image through AI.
I’m a woman who writes legions of poems stories scripts just words but I’m invisible. I’m without a purpose a tour of duty Drowning in the turbulent waters headed for a waterfall.
I’m in a quicksand of despair right now as my son returns to his repetitive madness where the voices are loud😳🙏🏾
Unheard & Unwritten
I am unheard
Unwritten
Stuttering puttering
Through life
Many words are on digital pages physical pages
tattered dirty napkins
crumbling walls
-balled up sticky notes
- wrinkled skin —
twisted tongue
Words flushed away in the waters of sewers of cold concrete cities -
rural abandoned landscapes - skeleton countries with echoes of greed
rich continents being devoured - spiralling in the
Unkept dimensions of drying and dying once tasting of blue - of life waters rivers - brooks streams -lakes - bays - seas - straits oceans all
Unfurling with the light of blackness full of messages of a writer whose words trickle back to the sewers unheard.
Blue
