Strangled by the dark to fingers
Splayed across the base of my throat
Trying to suffocate
The creativity that is wanting to erupt
A virtual vomit
Expunged all the feelings
That were pushed deep down
Choking on the verbal diatribe
That splinters each thought capsule
Breaking this higher vibe
That's trying to elevate
These inconsequential perturbed thoughts
Into some semblance of acceptance
Not by others.
By me
Well, it's all nonsensical
Really is
Would you agree?
~D