Pen on paper
Writing, erasing, blank page, rewriting, memorising, thinking, fantasizing

Ink down
My thoughts are racing, leading, leaping like a gazelle competing

Echoeing are the words in my head, mind pleading, screaming father forgive me

Ankles shaky, sights blurry, shoulders sore from mind's heavy guilt tripping


What are my worth, what are my words
My license is retrieved

The promised land is further than promised, are the heavens up to some mischief?

For the sins of the firstly created, I am suffering. We all shouldn't be punished

I feel like the Earth's smiling at me saying, " girl, you's about to be finished"


Now I'm going from bolt to boat, trap then back to the map.. what's the path I should be heading?

I'm going from so sure to unsure steadily like fickle is life's new seasoning

I shouldn't want. In the presence of my enemies I shouldn't fear nothing. Why am I trembling?

I work by faith or is it sight? Do I undermine my problems or just really stretch it?


God please, son please, all I got is wolf howls and sleeping pills

All I got are night dreams and my daylight blings

My thoughts although in chaos they're all I find peace in

I should be whole, like the way I show but my process is all in pieces



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