I Write

I write to escape

There’s magic in a blank page, being transformed from nothing to blood drenched artwork

I write to escape!

My tormentors, my worries and fears.
Amazing how simple words, written on paper can heal and aid growth better than time!

I write to escape, but now a blank page has lost it’s wonder.
It’s healing powers.
Nowadays pen and paper seems to expand instead of fill the void.

Miserable I have come to be, but time will slowly but eventually mend all that’s been broken.

Meagre Life

Effort is all that I give you,

you reward me meagrely,

I’m so drained, so low.

Filled with nothing but regret and hatred…

 

How can you be so against me, you belittle every effort I make.

You tend to forget, you and I are one!

Here I am pouring out my affections to a cynical lover, a proud person you have come to be.

 

See how I nurse you, feed and raise you, 

yet in your quest to hurt me and tear me down, you overlook that we are one.

 

Oh self tell me how I have wronged you?

Self I do nothing but care for you, yet you refuse to love me

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