Into the Wood

Trying

Writing poetry

Mind arguing restlessly

Wondering thoughts on a satanic spread

A musician, a friend of the devil

Wondering soul, no saint can find

I've lost my place, lost track of time

But really what is it

Why can't I write

What's on my mind

No Facebook I don't want your likes

Your aggressive smites

These negative words of those

Who hide behind a keyboard and gloat

As if they know how anything goes

Goes, flows, hoes or is it hose

Why is English like this

Things mean different

but words sound the same

You know it really is a shame

All of this for trying

Digging deep and prying

What my mind loathes to say

What the night owls hides from day

Well the light is shining through

The curtains that last night I drew

Shut like my eyes never went

Another night of no sleep

Couldn't have been better spent

Than talking to a girl

A whole meal and a 5 course

Whom though I've never met

Somehow I could sing an entire verse

But is this all my mind has

Restless thoughts and abstract lines

Written as drawings that could be considered

Modern art

But now it's the part

To end this abomination

And lay my head down

As my blood pressure settles down

And I drift to a nap

Well unskillfully written that's a wrap