Writers block is what I got,
My mental capicity is shot,
Millions of thoughts racing through my mind,
But my poetic being feels dead inside.
So many feelings on different topics,
I need to write in order to stop it.
But will it just be a mumble jumble of words,
Laying together in a perfect blurb,
Making no sense to the untrained eye,
But seeming satisfying to the poetic mind.
Should I state that I'm in love,
But is love truly enough.
Or go on about hate and greed taking control of my every being,
How I hate her for making me a slave,
To her love in every way.
How the greed in my family and friends,
Has me homeless once again.
Maybe vent on my past,
My main problem I found it at last.
How everyone has done me wrong,
My mom and dad even my girl at home,
How he would cheat on her then come home and beat on her.
How she regressed and turned on me,
Left me all alone in the streets.
As I cried out it went unheard,
Tears fell slowly....direction...downward.
And don't let me get started in on you,
How you took my heart and gave it abuse,
I guess 5 jobs just wasn't enough,
I hate that loving you was so tough.
You controlled almost all of me,
But the best thing you did was set me free.
The pain of seeing you with her,
Was like a virus with a cure,
It hurts at first but then it goes away.
Everything was stripped from me,
But the most painful thing that was ripped from me,
Had to be my baby boy,
You steady using my son as a toy.
In this stupid game you play.
I have had enough and I am walking away,
One day soon you will regret the day,
That you made it all end this way.
And when he is old enough to see,
He will realize that I didn't leave,
That his mommy is truly to blame,
All because you played a silly game.
Now that my venting is done,
And my writers block thinks it won,
I will bow my head and walk away,
My poetic mentality conqured me today.