Spook

words formed of alphabets
bleed into blankness
of a lighted screen
words wrecked of thoughts
chaos chaotic around membranes
holding tight to allow smiles
to shine through flat eyes

the poet
clenched fists
containing his scream
within gritted teeth
while words in psychedelic hues
dripped with his blood
on keyboard

he knows not what demons
are traipsing within his mind
he doesn't know why or how
or even when
Just their gleeful presence
 

he hears
them speak mocking
derisive laughter
clear in his mind
and the constant chant
end it end it end it

he wants to leave
but he can't
for within the painful chaos
a gentle persistent voice
whispers
hold on never let go
you'll be alright

he writes bouquet of flowers
written in his hearts blood
his soul's essence
offering them to the lone voice
hugging his sanity

...and there the tormented poet creates
his poems
snug within his pain