Drowning
Similes and metaphors pull me in slowly
And finally, the rhyme scheme fills my mouth and nose
’Til I cry out in foreshadows
Night Time
Barely moving, breathing barely
Without these words my soul feels empty
Unable to escape the loneliness that consumes me
Trapped
Surrounded by blank walls and tall trees
Engulfed in idioms and hyperboles
Inside a peace lost horse
Writing
Testing vocab ’til it rains
’Til it flows and there is no pain
’Til heartfelt words hit like a train
Release
Finally, leaving myself behind
Entering a place like my mind
But still
Freedom
Everything stops - halted and screeched
Allusions to inner peace - finally reached
Until - I put my pen down ...