I don't need to be the best
just want to get things of my chest
Not sure if that's true or not
but with a paper voice, I'll give it my best shot
Wrapping feelings in inky lines
they no longer way down my spine
Now they get to have a life of their own
and I get to feel a little less alone
in this struggle, this big bad world
in my mind, where dark thoughts whirled
The same ink now draws a smile on my face
where before there was an empty space
I tried to fill with all that wasn't real
to pull a mask over this heart of steel
It still hammers the same old beat
along with the stumble of my anxious feet
They carry me to a place that feels new
and hopefully the monsters there are few
Yet I feel a bit more strong
while the journey drags along
Not sure where I'll end up, but I know one thing
with this voice of ink, my words will sing.
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Old Words
PoetryA collection (and selection) of my old poetry. If you want to read some of my more recent work, check out The Magic Of Poetry, An Abundance Of Haiku or Bright.
