In Lieu of Responsibility: an amateur collection of poetry

Obsidian forests stand on snow-
My thoughts on paper for you to know

The forest is ablaze-
In its smoke,
My thoughts a dusty haze

Words collide, attempt escape-

Pounding fiercely on the wall
Of the madhouse that holds them all-

Scorching swiftly through my vein-
Liquid fire leaving my brain,

My hand shoots up and down in pain,
Swiftly jotting down "I'm sane,"

Conducting the ever moving train
Of thought-
that which I've brought and incessantly sought
In spite of it being time for all to be forgot

Emotions in me ruptured-
On paper I have captured

They transgress my skin and bone,
Etching my presence, slowly, in stone.

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Amateur poetry written in lieu of dealing with actual responsibilities ;)

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