An epiphany
is something I now consider an antiquity;
and relentlessly I have sought,
a productive, unstoppable train of thought.
But to no avail.
Instead my words hit the page like Hell-hail;
and it must sound tell-tale,
But I still feel frail
because I spilled my entrails onto this page
and all i have are a few lines and a violent rage
that can't be quelled until I'm known for poetic grace.
Am I crazy? Did that sound sane?
I have no idea; I have a strange brain.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
An epiphany
is something I now consider an antiquity;
and relentlessly I have sought,
a productive, unstoppable train of thought.
But to no avail.
Instead my words hit the page like Hell-hail;
and it must sound tell-tale,
But I still feel frail
because I spilled my entrails onto this page
and all i have are a few lines and a violent rage
that can't be quelled until I'm known for poetic grace.
Am I crazy? Did that sound sane?
I have no idea; I have a strange brain.