I self medicate with mediocre mind frames
penetrating thoughts on this blank page
carving lines, that never made the cut
on these razor blade phrases, i filet phases
of scarred mazes tattooed on the wrists
of a lonely writer…
i ride alone in this Alaskan winter
where darkness covers more hope, i fall under shadows
and re-dope, opium flavored smoke signals,
just, calling for help, no, dial tone, though you
need not worry, these short stories are what got me here
near the edge and falling closer, drawing doses
of what matters most, it’s just a matter of time, at most
til times compost, I compose bars just to keep me close
to the imprisoned thoughts, locked, they say it’s art,
can’t fall apart, blinded to my pain, u keep on reading
I’m supposed to medicate, posts, up to date, i keep on breathing
dating all the pain that passes by in days, u keep on reading,
post-depressed phases, I swear I’m on my way…
‘til then, I’ll keep on writing…
‘til then, I’ll keep on writing…
‘til then, I’ll keep on writing…
‘til then…