Scratch Paper

Words of profanity
Words of despair
Writings from my mind
Who is to care?

Places for rhyme
Places for reason
Thoughts written down
Where are the seasons?

I feel sick inside
On paper I scribble
My pen runs dry
I’m stuck in the middle

Words become hope
Shouts out for help
Screams in the dark
Brightness is felt

Emotions are hard
Feelings are soft
Words are just words
Until they hit the spot

Fear is let in
Anger is out
Happiness is shown
There is no doubt

When the paper is finished
There is no free space
I used it all up
To start in a new place


04/10/09