
Poetry saved my llife
I keep my head down while dark thoughts create a storm in my head.
The black velvet sky blots out the burning sun. I don't know why I'm still here.
My want for breathing is receding and my heart is bleeding for a love
that I can't have. Words that I refuse to say crawl down my throat and make
a noose for my mind.
So instead of dying from unspoken words, I let them out.
Lined paper becomes my escape from a cage that I made.
Ink flows down the page like a waterfall. Words are frantically scratched until
the city that never sleeps finally closes its eyes.
Only then do I close mine.
I can wake up tomorrow because these words saved my life.