"highdeas" poems
Nothing special.
Just my 4am highdeas
Pouring out of my blue ink pen
And onto my lined paper.
"I am perfectly content with my life,"
I scream
As I contemplate jumping in front of a car
Or possibly
Swallowing a bottle of pills.
It seems i fail to get my emotions
Out of my head
And on to this paper
Fast enough.
As my blue ink dries up
And I run out of lines on my paper
I scream,
"I am perfectly content with my life"
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC