I try again tonight
To reach out to the Darkest corners of being
To stir up a story
To find a muse
To bring back the light.
I fail again, tonight.
I am aching
My body, my heart, my soul
All aches to bleed
Bleed endlessly on this piece of paper and let out the breath that I'm holding in for days.
I want to write.
Stories about a little girl,
Maybe poems about millennials having half ass-fucked up love
Verses on death and how it is the ultimate truth
Or maybe just another life decision gone wrong.
I see people around
Going to temples and performing sacrifices to reach out to their God.
To me, Words are my God and poetry is the religion that I preach.
The few minutes of mindless scribbling are my way to nirvana
And consummating it is my salvation.
A salvation that I yearn.