If I could write it down I would not be stuck where I am now. It is like wine stuck behind the cork for too long, eventually all those sweet thoughts and images turn sour. How can I express all of these thoughts and images that swirl around my mind? They flutter across my consciousness at their convenience. When they make themselves known to me I need to be able to interpret the imagery. My fingers ache to strike the keys giving voice to the spirits in my head. Betrayed are the spirits as my poorly designed wiring once again fails to allow the complete circuit. Drink deadens this pain that, the bane of my meaningless existence.
Reason for writing:
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Birth sign: Aries
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