two thousand tissues
balled up upon the cold floor
eyes dried tears no more
Explore:
a poet's playground
More from the playground:
entanglement
the idea
couldn’t flow
it was entangled
in a web of axons
brilliant
but
it was stuck
the synapses
refused to
communicate
frustration
led to
mental malaise
it is there
it is there
on the tip
of my tongue