Peter Vector - No, it's not suppose to...

does it have to make sense,
the words on my mind,
inside their a whirlwind of thought
and when their down, they slowly ease out
out to the surface, everyone sees them
standing there bare and naked on the cold paper or pixels

stranded in the pages of a book
or marooned on the deserted barren poet's wall
a place no one can ever breach

but no, it's not suppose to...


unfinished.....

Peter Vector

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-it-s-not-suppose-to/