Art

Originally Published on Medium - September 28, 2018

I’m about to blow my brain
Out on this page I can’t contain
It any longer its too much
And now this writing is a crutch

I stand here with two broken feet
And all of you I dare not meet
I can’t see you or interact
Won’t get through with soul intact

So how do I continue on
If I cannot just write this song
What do I do when I’m alone
With me, with you or on the phone

When writing is starting to fail
And all my skin is turning pale
Can’t take a breath, can’t beat a heart
And so I die in all my art