by calebjames

I'm feeling helpless, 

I can't help it. 

I need to let this emotion go, 

I'll write it away, a poem only for me to know. 

Dip the quill into the ink, 

It's time to take a trip into this complex chaos in me. 

Flip the script to a blank side, 

It's gonna be a wild fucking ride.

I felt useless for three days, months and eventually years, 

Panicked by my irrational fears. 

I felt purposeless for what felt like a lifetime, 

Searching for anything to save me from mine. 

I began to throw my thoughts onto paper, 

I began to feel a whole lot better. 

I think I had a cause after all,

To be writing romantic poetry and to be bracing for the fall.

I began listening to punk rock when I was sixteen, 

A year shy of me becoming me. 

I knew something was wrong, something was missing, 

I just couldn't see what, 

I couldn't see. 

Typing too much on a vintage typewriter, 

It's time to break dawn and find something lighter.

Flip the script to a blank side, 

It's gonna be a wild fucking time.

I felt useless for three days, months and eventually years, 

Panicked by my irrational fears. 

I felt purposeless for what felt like a lifetime, 

Searching for anything to save me from mine. 

I began to throw my thoughts onto paper, 

I began to feel a whole lot better. 

I think I had a cause after all,

To be writing romantic poetry and to be bracing for the fall.

Words are words in the end,

 Broken bones and hearts, put on the mend. 

Now I know how Sylvia felt,

She found something so passionate, so vivid, so red.

I felt useless for three days, months and eventually years, 

Panicked by my irrational fears. 

I felt purposeless for what felt like a lifetime,

Searching for anything to save me from mine. 

I began to throw my thoughts onto paper, 

I began to feel a whole lot better. 

I think I had a cause after all,

To be writing romantic poetry and to be bracing for the fall.

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