Never Seen It Coming
Imprisoned in my mind,
The words that need to be said
Write down on paper, no binding
Not to leave them there, grinding.
I'm in an occupied state of being,
I'll be free from this space soon
I'll break free out of that small place
Been locked up inside, without a tune.
In my head, trying to think clearly,
With the direction being where I am
The writing exercises
I need to practice daily.
I thought to myself,
I'll be ok, with that in mind
Don't get too comfortable
Your writing won't come comforted.
I need to strive harder,
With my writing on the outside
Instead of the written inside.
Anxiety comes at me in this writing;
I need more air where I can breathe
Anxiousness has taken my breath away.
Look's like this is an ending to the end.
Copyright © William Darnell Sr | Year Posted 2022
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