Stormy Shoals: A Poetry Collection

Cursed to remain

I feel like I have no inspiration

the latest poetry is just a reincarnation

of past poetry, sad and true,

filling up the void with blue.

I wish I could feel happy now

but I am really unsure how.

I can feel mad, I can feel anxious, 

but the best way yet is to cover a canvas.

I've named emotions with my own words, 

but I still feel like seed in a world of birds.

Pecked and scratched and eaten alive,

I want to die but am cursed to survive.

Being on earth in the meantime is torture,

and I eagerly await my final departure.

With the gods I beg and plead,

but they will never let me bleed.

To them I am a gem, precious and sweet,

with a hidden storm inside like icy sleet.

I fall silent, stop being unpleasant,

but continue writing while I am present.