I write to release some air
who care’s
nobody’s in there
I write for relief
in disbelief
at the the depth
of my grief
Insane clarity
sparing me
from life’s tragedies
Why do i write?
Some people eat
cheat
growing fat
from their despair
Who care’s
nobody’s there.
So you might think
take a drink
Numb your…fucking…
don’t think!
It’s burning
thru my cheek
Bleak dim
bleeding out
my sleek
exterior,
catching me
in bold relief.
Why do i write?
Who care’s
its there
I dare
I write to release
poison
afflicting
my innards
Releasing the gas
accumulating
from my despair
Do you care?
I mean really, really care!?
This is why I write.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Marc Schaefer on Unsplash
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