Poetry, the medicine that keeps me sane
anyone takes it away from me I’ll go insane.
At this point in my life, nothing makes sense
stress pierces the air, bad energy super tense.
No one can see how much I’m living in fear
dark mist numbs the heart, death smiles near.
Tired & restless sinking below confusion
a suicide note confines me of conclusions.
I think with a loaded gun pointed at my brain,
fate stares right at me, look its Kurt Cobain.
If I we’re to die today, no one would care,
why should they, I’m just dead as rare.
I know my work will never get publish
I end here with a slow burning vanish.
Notes: The poem that you are reading was based on recent events.
I was feeling stressed out, depressed, & frustrated, due to the rejection in the publishing cyber-world and the actual world. But hey, that’s part of the publishing industry right? Sometimes I ask myself – if anyone is truly even ready for this type of poetry that I am writing. No, I don’t think so, but, my heart tells me otherwise. I know I should go independent, but that’s also a risky chance. My thoughts we’re thinking negative at the time. My girlfriend though, helped me calm down – I told her what I was feeling. She said to me; “I believe in you”, ‘Don’t give up’; I know someone out there will discover your work, be patient and the time will come. She’s very supportive and encouraging for me to continue on and writing what I love to do. I get this feeling sometimes, hypothetically speaking, what if (knock on wood) I’m not here on this earth anymore, I guarantee you – those publishers from the industry will snatch up my work and finally publish them. That’s life I guess. However, I tell myself to be positive, strong willed, and patient. I like to get out of the house and take a drive to let my mind be free and happy. Any who, just thought I vent and share what I was feeling, but I’m very happy right now, posting what I love to write and share with all of you beautiful, talented & brilliant poets.
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