The scrawled feelings of an inkless pen…
Reflections of thoughts within…
just as stacked as they are layered
my nouns and verbs when papered
Become emotionless and poisonous
i often resort to written releases
even in sonnet's lament
until each and every line ceases
accidental internal overdose
Or Lyrical advent


Until A bathos entangled
Aspire poetic finesse
Oh, the beauty of words
My poet's heart feigns
Until caught in its own throat
A spillage of ink deemed freedom

But alas, my thoughts captured, as it would seem
Trapped in amber resin Of the very ink
That once was my tears Now I have bled


With each rhyme, Heart squeezing out the rhythm
With each beat, An inky puddle Soaks into my bed
My tired soliloquy echoes
throughout my skull's mind
Off dark bedroom walls
Pondering the purpose,
I find the sound of my words confined.

Through sonnets and quatrains
my heart still seeks release
Sniffing Out remains
Yet the weight of my words Now penned
Have become a...