Thursday, January 6, 2011

Breaking the selfbuilt prison

desperatly trying to find
something that connects this madness
a place of clarity behind
ending up with unknown adress

so now Im laying here,
on my bed
when thoughts like fear
passes through my head

I'm afraid for people to know
the fraility that lives inside
and the weakness will only grow
for I never show that side

its in the dark
the sensation is awoken
ignites a spark
when poetry is spoken

depression is captured in creation
making it into something real
it creates a mental elevation
where you can see the way you feel

I hope I can inspire
Others feeling the same
To create the clensing fire
To use poetry without shame

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