By the time my words
reach the notepad
I realise my thoughts
are making me sad.
I had hope my writing
could exorcise my demons
and allow me to truly
understand my feelings.
It had worked for a
short period of time
as I tried to express
myself through rhyme.
But lately it has become
an uphill struggle
as I searched for the
right words to juggle.
Now none of it seems
to make any sense
as my fears and worries
grow more intense.
Unless I suddenly
obtain some inspiration
I don’t know if I can
handle the ramifications.
