see words hurting

a virgin page     white

sharply crippled     making no sense

but like breathing     a need

at the time

arrange letters in a neat row     no lines

see yours in mock hello     again

and nearby

silence complains every day

what to do with this

load that awaits every morning

to turn into heaviness sometimes

other times

light as a mood

flounder through the day    

faithful to thoughts that

accuse with so much renewed

force tomorrow

seasofme051012eight

another poem i like to counter with the media below

and.

does edit mean any change to writing at all? or just fixing mistakes? (i have no idea, actually)