Poetry

i scribble nonsense

wrapped within insolence

tied in a bow of hindrance

lacking severe common sense

i let the words flow to me

constant negativity

uncharted calamity

morbid insanity

and yet

you still deem it poetry

i grasp my pain and write it

you read the page excited

your interest ignited 

telling me this is deep and subscribe it

but tell me do you really understand

these words just aren't written in the sand

just to be erased as the tide come to land

they're as real as the blood in your hand

i take my fears and mold it

onto this canvas to hold it

trying to control it

but i turned my back, you sold it

i scribble words of misery

wrapped within mystery

tied in a bow of history

confounding the senses like wizardry

these words flow through me

this melancholy beauty

destroying everything close to me

obliterating everything you think you see

and yet

you still call this poetry