Just yesterday,
I remoulded my clay
Crying alone, like the rain
That storms again and again
Bleeding ink as I think,
Washing another bottle of champagne
Down my throat that wouldn't complainJust yesterday,
I couldn't sleep a wink or lay
For all the thoughts in me,
Were draining me.
While alcohol tasted like water
Cocaine took form of sugar
And there I was
With nothing to discuss
Sitting with my veins bleeding
And my eyes, weeping
Like someone insane
I read all I've written
And realized it's all inane.***
Just in case, you'll realize this poem makes no sense but, the writer was able to describe his crazy feelings.
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The Light In Me
PoetryThe first page of a new anthology I hear the sound of my favorite words Like art, music and photography. I see the footprints of my past and thoughts. Feeling of excitement from my fingertips The words of understanding from my bare lips. I can'...