Seclusion

Alone
I stroke
Across the page with a pen
Again and again like penetration
I dive deep into that which im facing
Until I make contact
Like a car crash
I smash into my objective
My pride is the reason im selective
So its success that im collecting
And im possessive
Far from rested
Its the limits im testing
Settling causes depression
Im passionate and haven't learned suppression
So im over the top and on edge
Hastily and thoughtfully I make my bed
Scribbling word across the page
As I pray for clarity undelayed
My mind feels caged
Anxiously im in a rage
For my freedom I slave
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