That feeling
So many feelings, twisting inside.
I'm an artist, a poet, a musican,
and yet, I still can't express them.
So it stays.
Swirling, with random thought.
What is it, how can I say,
that my soul is being ravaged.
And still, it stays.
My body trembles,crys out for....what?
Clutching it's grip apon my heart,
squeezing out tears of pure torture.
It makes home.
A feeling, as it crawls behind my eyes.
Looking to the world, they see anger,
I'm not mad, I'm scared.....I'm lost.
It laughes.
A stream of emptiness, flows through.
What is this thing, that taunts me so,
how did it come to life, right here?
It fades.
I'm an artist, a poet, a musican,
and yet, I still can't express them.
So it stays.
Swirling, with random thought.
What is it, how can I say,
that my soul is being ravaged.
And still, it stays.
My body trembles,crys out for....what?
Clutching it's grip apon my heart,
squeezing out tears of pure torture.
It makes home.
A feeling, as it crawls behind my eyes.
Looking to the world, they see anger,
I'm not mad, I'm scared.....I'm lost.
It laughes.
A stream of emptiness, flows through.
What is this thing, that taunts me so,
how did it come to life, right here?
It fades.
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