Incessant complaints
Blurting from your painted lips,
Driving me crazy!
Emma H, age 26, 01/03/2017
Incessant complaints
Blurting from your painted lips,
Driving me crazy!
Emma H, age 26, 01/03/2017
Why is it that I find my muse
In heartbreak, grief and sadder news?
In melancholic reflection,
In festering fears and rejection?
Perhaps because I’ve naught to lose
In poems that reveal my blues,
And at my deepest, darkest lows
I find relief in rhyme and prose;
Cathartic creativity
Releases pain and sets me free.
Emma Hyde, age 26, 04/01/2017
Those negative thoughts
Swarming through my rotted brain
Feed on my ripe fears.
Emma H, age 26, 06/03/2017