My mind is black, the paper white
Pen in hand, I start to fightI fill the lines with empty words
But wait, my sharp thoughts seem so blurredI know this poem isn't my best
But this was supposed to help me restTo relieve the darkness in my head
Writing will help, or so they saidThere's something off about these lines
Them and my thoughts, they just don't alignSuch a difference between dark and light
Somehow, I have to make this rightMy mind is black, the paper white
I will not give up this fightStop contemplating every single line
Wondering if it's good, or even just fineTrying to find the perfect rhyme
Slows me down, wastes my timeWhile I was trying to find perfection
I lost all sense of any directionThe thoughts on the page were no longer mine
None of the words, not a single lineMaybe all I have to do
Is write, without all the thinking it throughJust pour my emotions onto the page
Happiness, sadness, joy, pain, rageMaybe then I can finally make it right
The difference between my dark and my lightMaybe I can find a way
To take these dangerous thoughts awayIn my head, they swirl and beat and break
It's better they're on a page, for all our sakesSo now, I will begin to fight
It doesn't really matter if it sounds all rightMy mind is black, the paper white
No matter what, I'll win this fight.
YOU ARE READING
Dangerous Mind
PuisiMy dark thoughts in the form of poems and short stories. Possible trigger warning, sorry. Current cover by @EveThePoet. Thanks :)