I cannot perceive;
So instead my soul does for me,
It spills the words I cannot speak,
The thoughts that clog the depths of my mind;
It oozes out the sentences overflowing with monsters,
Demons that reside in my head, stealing my sanity,
Without sanity how do I keep myself from awake
So I filter the words I cannot speak.
And call it poetry.
YOU ARE READING
perception.
Poetrywords of expression words of hope words of failure words of a mess. - may be triggering to some