Confined Mind

Only motivated to write Nothing else seems important in this frame of mind Getting lost in the poetry There’s no frame of time The ink bleeds and fills the page with beautiful design This pen is my crutch The only leg I have to stand on Writing until my fingers are numb Writing all day long No interruption to tell me I’m wrong Thoughts know where they belong This poetry won’t be taken away Dreams allow it to cascade into the right trade Years go by and every stanza becomes clear There’s limits to fear Keeping my eyes open and using this pen to steer Maybe this is an added phase But these words won’t be erased due to these dreams being chased I only need a teeny taste just to know it isn’t a waste Time to haste Piercing my skin I’ve gotten a grip on my thoughts within The emptiness of the mind is hard to find Walking a thin line with my mind confined