PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I'm sick of these stupid metaphors

What can be said must be said

Literally by standard and by content

And by what happened years before

I'm tired of being short on awareness

Creating things in knots left tangled

If I'm not at liberty to scream openly

I'm left to a window with a scrap of paper

Complaints and doubts so up and abundant

And it's really all I'm skilled with today

I may bleed and sweat these artistic energies

But all it comes down to me,

and the me at issue has broken down

I'm drastically different since stints before

I've let myself fall victim to myself in this case

Who's fault and who's who and why the hell did I arrive

All that's really left to question is my solution

Whether it be silence to the sorrow or death by comparison

Since the conclusion is indefinite at this day and age

I'm left to sway uncomfortably between ashes rising to fall

At the end of it all, I just end up repeating myself

And irritating the fuck out of the every innocent bystander,

that stands in my bleak and winding direction.