Poetry #92: Writing Stifle

Squirming and wailing

Frial and defaming

Blaming and gaming

Drama is containing

All I want to do is write

Stifled by that fear and fright

Unknown things that make me fight

Who truly knows what goes on in your life?

Demons at the right

All I want to do is write

Drained

Each toke of this cigarette

Is making me sick

But what can I do when I got no help and I used this as a coping mechanism to stick

Me to this earth

When pain is all I felt

These tokes light up the dopamine

That was ripped from my brain

It seems no neurotransmitters emit in my brain

Turning me insane

The ego berating I am lame

I just want to leave this game

Behind four walls

Claustrophobic and numb

Every inch aches up until the edge of the thumb

All I want to do is write

Those shadowy figures in the night

All I want to do is write.

~DiosRaw 03/02/21 13:04PM

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