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
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