Daily Archives: July 20, 2015
It’s an exaggeration of how we feel.
Some, about things we’re too idiotic to understand;
others as melodic as an orchestra band.
Some we write like lightning on our feet;
others take days or weeks
to breathe and seep
before it’s what we wish to keep.
Leaking out till it reaches our cortex,
then, rushing out like a vortex;
adding on higher to literary towers
‘till we have a cranial empire to call ours.
Outer projections of inner thoughts depending on our mood;
a state of mind that is ours to intrude;
preventing our fears from being trapped in;
being written is better than seeing it happen.
We can type, rhyme, and write.
Others who share this insight:
let us shed some light.
Optimus Rhyme, poets unite.
As I’m sitting here in my minds eye ‘ not knowing what to do ‘ with my hands covering my face ‘ my thoughts are in a turmoil ‘ as I feel lost and alone.
Not knowing who to call ‘ or what to say ‘ wheather I should ask for help in anyway.
I look around and all I see is confusion ‘ all around me ‘ do I go out or do I stay in ‘ my mind is in a mist of uncertainty’ as to do any thing .
As I feel so alone ‘ who would understand me .
I feel im being judged ‘ as the world around me ‘ becomes a strange place .
My world is in sorrow and pain ‘ im lost in my own despair ‘ never knowing if there is light at the end of the tunnel .
As I sit in silence ‘ through the eyes of pain ‘ I think about my life ‘ how all this became madness .
As a journey I must go though ‘ I must take charge ‘ and follow my path ‘ and see what or who I will become ‘ at the end of tunnel of life.
Patricia Bourne WordPress 2014