My Poetic Inspiration

Ideas forming in my head, vague and blurry, coming clear. The darkest corridors I tread, within my mind, and disappear. The nightmare visions flow onto the page, sitting in the darkness on my bed. Trapped inside my head, my mental cage, driven by my suicidal dread. Release me from my life and thoughts of death, my misery and poetry intertwined. With each line I draw another breath, depression and my fear of sleep combined.