I Can Only Communicate in Poetry These Days
I am living in this being of darkness.
The pain is drunken and sporadic.
I live in pain, there is another power in play.
I must turn this in to a game, it will make me sane.
I am choking. The words can’t be spoken.
I am fluid, my being is liquid.
I move and flow with emotion like the ocean.
The current is unsure and unspoken.
I dive deep into the field of emotion.
In search of the purest evil inside me, the verboten.