DEPRESSED EMPTINESS
Sometimes, I don't believe.
My poems, are stories about me.
My life put on pages, for all to see.
When I am sad, lonely, and depressed.
I turn to the poems, with this I address.
Paper and ink, I will leave my finesse.
Inked upon the page, I leave my emptiness.
Why I lay my tears, upon the page.
My words become, a living rage.
Hosts ov many, willing to engage.
The writings, upon my page. [ Guests cannot view attachments ]