Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I just want things to make sense
It's a mess on a mess
Things keep getting tense
So my mind stays in regress.

Lately I don't even freelance
Moods all in the Badlands
Where there's no escaping non-sense
The more I look for more purpose.

Can I escape this?
This state's so depressively dense
I can't feel my presence
Most times I'm fighting internal reactions.

It feels like swords by the dozens
Poking and jabbing at constants.
I'm losing my placements
Because I've never felt limitless.

"One, two, three," the count starts.
"Go," rings out and it's off to the races.
Here's the start, so try your greatest
Let your heart out, let it be contagious.