Trying to focus.
Nothing makes sense.
Writing poems by hand.
Scribbles on a scrap of paper.
Just letting the words pour out.
The pen is the only thing
That can make sense
Of the madness within.
Image source: Digital Art by I. R. B.
Contents compiled: December 11 2016
Originally published: December 11 2016
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