So I’m out back in my lil shack as this rain continues to drop from the clouds up top as the light from the moon reflect thru every little drop, even my eyes are  starting to strain as im trying to look out this blurry wett window pain, wishing things were still same an didnt have to change, and its no ones fault but my own, I should not dare but only to take  blame for the reasons im sitting here going insane an its hard to complain when the gusts of wind hit the outter berim while these drops of rain continue soak in the flower beds outside as they so desperately retain the water that was recently drained  an im tryin to figure away  out to Some how unblock this block that has recently locked up the creative side of my awesomely inspirational brain of mine, I keep trying to move this pen inbetween these two lose pieces of skin an the bones with in as i watch my ink dip through the stainless tip of my pen, the ink rushes out to the top as it reaches pages below suddenly fills it with just one drop of my ink that dosent run or stain one spot, while this mind exlpodes all it over flows with words I dont even  know, its stratin strain my brain giving me a complex, im needing over the counter pills maked with an RX, must relax, do I even take the chance  to react to the respective chemistry goin on inmy brain wave map, I cant affordnto tqke anynmore steps back I must give way an an be done with this drug dealin  addiction act  thats been eating away the soft tissues of my brain causeing such horrible damnational pain, I muat be the bigger an step away so my son can an will come back home to me some day..............

Written by peoticromeo aka.. ROMAN F PECK 05/07/2015 3:39 PM