All of my thoughts swirl,
mixing together,
making a mess of my head.
It's culminates
like a Pollock painting-
splatters everywhere,
beautiful havoc.
I need to create art
or my emotions will
swallow me whole.
And maybe that's my purpose;
perhaps my creations
inspire others.
And that in turn,
motivates me to
keep writing.
If it helps someone,
then the pain I experience
wasn't meaningless.