Write and write,
Type and type.
Draw of the ink,
The ink is my blood,
My blood that I bleed,
The soul I pour into these words.
Word after word,
Line after line.
Have I written what hasn't been written or am I just going at it again?
Get these words outta my head,
Outta my head, fly away,
Like baby bird flees from the security of the nest,
Into the world.
Get 'em all out before I'm dead.
This insanity.
Laying here, writing these lines.
As if they have a change,
An impact on anything.
Bangin' my head against the wall,
Like the inmates screamin' down the halls.
Like the residents forceful retirement,
They don't want to be here at all.
Insanity.
YOU ARE READING
Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
