Once again
A blanket of nostalgia
Covered me as if
I was embraced by a drizzle
Gentle
Almost unfelt but it was there
Kissing slowly
My head full of blank pages
And that drizzle
Slowly
Became spilt ink
Dirtied the first of the many
White sheets until
Filth
Every inch covered
And every time I recoiled
Trying to turn back
The once clean canvas
Ink rained harder
Like held back tears
And as it settled
It left only a picture
A message
A chaos of my own mind
In bold letters
Screaming
Knives, guns, and shackles
Are meant for me
Prisons, pain, melancholia
Drifting
Only faded behind the scenes
But it was there