I stare at these lines
My mind races, but nothing comes out
Focus is lacking
The brain isn't tracking
Frustration makes it worse and I lock
What came easy once
Now takes all my energy to put to paper
Instead of being therapeutic
I just feel angry
Depression sets in when I can't get it out
A head full of emotion and pictures
But no way to release them
It's a cage and what happens with a caged animal
What does it become when it can't act out its instincts
What will happen if I can't write
Will I become a caged animal
Broken and angry lashing out in misery
I can't become this
So I will force the lines
I will hate them like a bastard
But they will be out and mine.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
