Emptying:
Thoughts, fears and dreams,
streams of life's sights painted onto the page.
The need for recogntion surpasses perfection
of the art.
Flying like darts, words move from thought to page,
Sometimes thrown by love sometimes by rage.
Teenage Minds tortured by parental expectation,
delivered onto a plate for all to eat.
Lost love, awe inspiring sights,
humourous verse, sexualy perverse.
Sent to the cyber screen.
Unknown critics and unkown admirers,
Connect and disconnect,
Shared lives, shared minds.
A common desire-
To think, compose, and click,
Waiting for ghostly comments.
For me I submit, so my voice will be heard,
Never to meet admirers,
never to meet doubters,
A life lived with words unheard,
Like to be born with all senses stiched up.
Not Long Left
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