This Human ShellWeighted thoughts in my head,
Sinking my spirit to new depths.
Like dead weight, a heart filled with lead.
All because my words have fled.
I cant help but ache with the yearning of wanting to express.
I go to speak and I must confess...
What comes out of my mouth is anything but the best.
Make no mistake I will mutter away
With no real meaning of the words I manage to say.
I stumble, I fumble in the deepest unrest.
Filling up inside. Outside- apparent digress.
I become befuddled with the English language.
In the belly of my spirit, my soul is in a rage,
I need to perform with words on my life's stage,
Still, my outward ex
This makes me sad.
I've gone utterly blank now... slowly going mad.
This confusion sends me over the edge quickly.
Bottled up ex
I stare at the ground filled inwardly with pangs because I can't express..
My heart, my soul, my mind- distress,
Spoken words I cannot find.
Making no sense, I fade away and fall behind.
These moments where I want to share with you what's on my mind...
About my joys, my passions, my fears, but instead
These things remain unsaid.
The passing moments have made me mute.
I've been left in pursuit
Of unspoken thoughts. All my senses have been uprooted.
My being as I know it, has refuted to make my words known to you.
So I do the only thing I know to do....
At the end of this table sits some paper and a pen.
I extend my reach, grab hold, and I begin.....
To write the most intricate writings~
About my inner wars of love, my yearnings, the battles I'm fighting.
My soul all the meanwhile is delighting to revel in this ex
Here my thoughts flow and everything goes in the only manner I know....
This is here with my paper, my pen...
I share from with in....
Can you feel it? Would you have known it?
Was it okay I'd shown it?
I've shown you inside this being here.
Did you find it mesmerizing?
My goal was to become a tantalizing essence.
Did you find it hypnotizing?
When I danced around you with my words.
Could you feel my presence?
These rhymes are raw.
Through my every emotion, down to the marrow- I dig, I claw.
I absorb the bittersweet quintessence of life, of love, of loss, of all.
Connecting through oceans of
Phrases pieced together by words,
All becoming chapters of my life's tale.....
Because writing is the only way to lift the veil.
It's the only way I know to release and tell,
What's inside this human shell.