Fights Without Fears Within

A World of Inspiration

I have written a metonymical song

With some rhythm and repetition

Sitting here alone far away from everyone

Guilt stricken in a world of isolation

This composition is melancholy and negative

Its figures of speech are like similes and metaphors

My perfect diction adorns all of its blemishes

Imagery has fingered painted every word

A world of prepositions are recreating simple poetry

But pure personification couldn't breathe life into me

In a world of inspiration

First of all I'll edit the ideas that make no sense

Then will try to figure out why my thoughts have strayed

I'm indecisive, but I choose to be because

While trash is thrown away a masterpiece is made

A world of definitions have recreated living poetry

But pure personification couldn't breathe life into me

In a world of inpiration

I don't feel better now because I don't think I know how

To feed what's inside of me...a world of inspiration