Write

I know it has been awhile since I last wrote
I have been feeling kind of down
Useless
I feel as if I am bound
Tied down when I want to let go
I want that clean feeling as sharp cool iciness
Shame
I want out
Things are getting confusing
Busy
Tired
I wanna cry but can't
Twist tumble bump
Unlocked
I want to be held
I want lust
Compassion
Motherhood
A real shoulder to cry on
Beauty
Locked away by pressure
As a bubble trapped under water
Nothingness boiled all over again
Melted back into one
One person striving to hold on in the world
Numero uno in the lifeless battle
And that's me
Questioning thespian
Beast to my own society
Suicide pondering at the trap door
Words of all greatness must fall unto their worthless death
Pity encased in an oval gem
So small to the human eye
Razors of a wise fighting tool
Battle the war zone of powerless joy
My pen runs out.