Writing
Don't know if people like what I have to say
I'm not writing for pay
So I write my own way
In my mind
I find
A swirling
Whirling
Chaotic mess of a brain
Chances are I may be insane
Words like a tornado go slamming around
This chaos has no sound
Memories of some gone yesterday
As a child at bay
Dim vision of a coming tomorrow
This will be a land of great sorrow
Maybe it is my madness
I try not to feel sadness
Sorting it out my head
Keeps me from wanting to dead
Keeps me grounded
While my brain is being pounded
Though I'm sometimes lost
My heart never will frost
No matter the cost
Words keep me sane
Life is to blame
So many thoughts
Tatters or totts
With a body at peace and a brain at war
I caught the train to never more
To a place a heart can soar
I went and found my way home
Too tired to roam
Found my family loves this mad hatter
And I'm getting fatter
So many thoughts running through my mind
I find
I write them all out
Before I start to shout
I write so many a word
They may never be heard
I write for me
So easy to see
But no matter what I write
I'd prefer to be a light
I refuse to use my words too Spread hate
This I state
It is not open for debate
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2024
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