(2014)
#Writing
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone