Pen to the page,
Thoughts laid out.
Time to write,
The things I think about.
Burrowing thoughts,
Burning desires,
Unanswered questions,
Consuming my mind like wild fires.
Purge with ink,
Relieve my fright,
So not to be stirred by them,
In the midst of night.
In quiet moments,
My brain starts to itch.
Coming undone,
Stitch by stitch.
When I'm alone,
Obsessions devour,
My sanity, my peace,
Leaving me sour.
Lost in thought,
When left to ponder,
Forget how far
I've let myself wander.
Release on paper,
To cling to stability.
Find in my writing,
Moments of tranquility.
YOU ARE READING
Pen To The Page
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written when thoughts stayed on my brain too long. There's a lot going on in there! Some are happy, even silly but a lot- are not. I should probably give the disclaimer that there's definitely some harsh language t...
