Writer's Whispers

Struggles

I'm afraid to write

I don't like what I write

Nothing I write feels right

Welcome to the writer's fight

And the poet's feared night...

I like what I just wrote

I'm on a stable boat...

Then high tide

Happiness aside

What if no one likes it

What if nothing strikes 'em

No epiphanies or revelations

No thinking seas or elevations

To a better self understanding

To a better life understanding.

What if these rhymes

Are just a waste of people's times...

What if my words are worthless

Then that means I am worthless

Making me purposeless

And my poetry an un-poetic mess.

Welcome to the Overthinker's plight

Induced with Anxiety's sight

A double whammy bite

That makes sleep deprivation right.

Getting thrusted into thinking oceans

because I rarely feel these emotions

So they make me pensive

As my poetic pen sieves

through the tumultuous seas

Of my mental thinking seas.

Thinking thinking

feeling feeling

writing writing

smiling smiling

feeling levels of dopamine

Thunder above the mean...

Feeling meaning

Ooze into the inking

Of this white receptive lake...

That will gladly take

All that my brain makes

For poetry's sake.

Welcome to the writer's dream

This is what makes a poet beam

And poetry seem like beauty when life's dim...

Reading

Evoking

Feeling.

Paper inked with words

That transform to swords

That eradicate sadness

And makes ignorance less.

Paper inked with bleeding

From a pen inducing healing

To the one who scribes

As he aims to strive

To produce healing vibes

For the lonely hurting and misunderstood

To produce healing vibes

'Cause he's lonely hurting and misunderstood. 

A/N: Written to be a rap :/