If you are lost in your head, 

with maybe a obscure look of dread. 

A situation has occurred, 

where your cries will not be heard. 

 Maybe intense emotions dwell inside, 

good or bad they won't subside. 

All alone physically or mentally, 

your mind suddenly has a epiphany. 

Grab the pen keyboard etc., 

as your thoughts flow in plethora. 

At a sudden stop you look at your canvas, 

the lines you see speak of circumstances. 

From work, arguments, and even romances, 

you feel peace and tranquility that seemingly no one possesses.  

So why do I write? 

Well it should be clear. 

To speak to the one who holds me dear. 

Who never lies to me when confronted with prodigious pain 

and they easily know I will do the same. 

I write for me. 

To take a break from everyday trials. 

So that one day me and myself, will reach our desires.