When the pencil of my joy and happiness
Touches the paper of my struggles and pain
My worries and fears...
Everything, washes away and disappears
The rants come out in stories or stanzas
Into something bitter or sweet
Sometimes, something ugly or beautiful
Other times, it's inbetween
It holds my sanity
In its hands
Like Jesus
Holds the world
Slowly but surely
Meaningful words fill up the page
I feel free and
No longer stuck in the cage called reality
YOU ARE READING
Nobody's Poems
PoetrySome of these poems are really depressing. But I hope you enjoy them if you want to read them.
