Most of my inspiration is from sadness...When I write, I create a release..I have no intention of causing depression from my poetry, if anything I appreciate the ability to express it.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Picking up this scattered mess, going back to the place I regret,
The garbage isn't gone, it's thrown against the walls,
Fear of giving in to a place I cannot go, fear of falling back into sinister ways.
Wonder what is left after I clean up this mess. 

There's no peace at home when your brain cannot sleep, no silence when my children bound me with anxiety.

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