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Apr 2015
Here's my brain
It's gone ******* insane
So much ******* pain
I want it all to go away
But I know I'm only dreaming
Life wasn't made without difficulties
It's how I handle it today

Most of the time I want to run
Hide myself away, throw away
The ******* key, build a *******
Castle and a mote around me
Keep everyone out, I hate the
Hypocrisy

I know that's not possible
So how do I handle life today?

I write about this
I write about that
Some of it makes sense
Others are full of crap
I write about the pain
As I have experienced it
I write about the shame
And all of the *******

I grind my teeth
It should of never been that way
Life is a disease
And I'm catching a cold every ******* day

I try hard not to put out the flame
It fuels my pen that feeds upon the
Words I write in a given day
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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