Submissions by CosmicPawn

You drive through the woods; you start to feel lost,
your car and your mind have blown their exhaust.
With nothing but time to drown in remorse,
you wonder if you are on the right course.
Look back where you came and up to the sky,
clouded stars can’t shine although they may try.
You look back on the path, covered in mist,
chances you had that you feel you’ve missed.
Accept where you are, forge a path instead,
through small slow steps will you know what’s ahead.
If your mind retreats back towards the start,
listen instead to the...

When solemn storms start to lay down their siege,
And all your inspiration flees with speed,
surrender into the ocean instead,
and blissfully drown that storm in your head

Once lost at sea is when you can begin,
feel your flow as torrents spiral and spin,
let ripples form rivers on which to feed,
and refill your mind with the ink it needs.

Now the skies above can no longer brood,
your mind newly cleansed, and solace renewed,
the water returns to a placid lake,
only now you feel your soul is awake.

Now pen...

I used to stay up just to stare at a star
its eternal flame in a pool of black tar,
giving me comfort as it duelled the dark.
sizzling sweet solace with its electric spark.

But the truth is, that star was dead long ago,
all that remains is its vestigial glow,
swallowed by time and forever now buried,
now it’s that knowledge that keeps me up worried.

Will anyone care when I am dead and gone,
or will they rejoice, and forget before long?
Will I be lost in the void for all of time,
or part of me stay, like that star...

Wake again with cannibalistic angst,
body covered in bruises and vomit.
Decide not to check if you’ve shat your pants,
instead you write a distracting sonnet.
Addiction reveals that Satan exists
and alcohol can truly depict him.
You’ve no desire to escape this abyss,
Stockholm syndrome and you are the victim.
It corrupts with Machiavellian ease,
the dominance is truly demonic.
Orchestrates ‘sober’ into the disease,
and gin into the only true tonic.
Sink further into his dark enthralment,
your suicide paid through fixed...