world is my stage.

I have sat here for over a hour,

Staring at the same piece of paper

That remains as blank as before

I began trying with frightening despair

To jot down one line, one metaphor

But nothing comes from within here.

Short of only depressing fits of horror.

I suppose I am relieved of this duty

Which I was forced to endure by destiny

That cruel mistress that feeds off energy

Rather it be joys or episodes of fury

Even seems to feast off of my anxiety.

What if this is it? What if I am now dry?

After all this heartache, that this day

Once it is over so to is my lovely ability

To draft from my pains images of poetry?

Is there a prayer to cite which just may

If I repent enough return without any delay

That onslaught, merciless, present brutality?

The one that I desire yet adore so dearly?

Oh how unfair it is! Its unbelievable creativity,

The way it needs from me my endless misery

To further paint relatable tidbits of literacy

For others in my position can hopefully

Find comfortable solace within the pity

That I describe so easily with my vocabulary?

Giving the illusive delusion that is necessary

In order to provide an image that my misery

Is something I can cope with so effortlessly?

When those who have known me, truly

Been by my side as I tip towards insanity

As often as a kid on a teeter saw just for play

When truthfully it is a tease so mercilessly

That offers me freedoms which ever way

I decide to lean towards by end of the day?

Thus far I have seen the truth so clearly

It fulfilled me with grief so damn deeply

That I cannot make a choice my lovely.

Live on with this pain that hurts so dearly

All to be capable of creating things of beauty

To express how terrible I behave regularly?

Or cease holding this pen i grasp so tightly

abandon all hope for anything but tragedy?

To live my days free from turmoil but only

For a life lived completely emotionally empty

Void of love and passion just as mutually

As I would be spared the troubles of misery?

The world i suppose is the stage where I play

And act out my deeds with none that dearly

Care about the way it ends, long as they pay

To get a show, entertainment any damn way