Ian Hughes Poet I do not know?

Deeper Than the Depth of Pity

i sit here debating
patientlly evating
with my mind gone from the drugs i been taking
a lame excuse i call escaping 
im not troubled but i am constantly waiting
on this an that them or her
life well thats just turn after turn
down dark allies 
past open doors
from were i began asking why does this pain only get worse
i feel so open an free
but behind barred doors my  mind rationally finds glee
strange why im hallow and run deep
in a pile of overly frozen sleet
i found a love i plan to keep
its not in my heart but written with my ink 
not on paper 
not with a pen
no these thoughts only consume in my head
if i told you the truth id be a lier shot dead 
they point an stare into the wall, lost
as if someone was there an not consumed by it all 
not realizing im already a tear on the page 
of written requests forgotten by time to this passing day
no one wants to hear my off tune play 
so ill leave you there with your basket of fear
not full but aware
of your backstabbing emotions.

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