Where can i find solitude amidst the noise
that battle enraged in this head of mine?
thoughts that fight, either wrong or right,
clamoring for release, begging to be freed.
pen and paper are no match for the ruckus
causing bleeding ink to drip senselessly
on virgin paper mingling with tears.
Peace is all i want yet my mind won’t stop
thinking thoughts that plant seeds of doubt
tried so hard to stop the angry flow,
yet they come relentlessly, causing my undoing.
For the thoughts that flow from mind to paper
scream out in anger and hate, the turmoil within,
stripping away the gates that bar them
from ever seeing the light of day.
-The Elusive Scribe 092413-