I am a lost poet

Singing poems in darkness

Trepidation coursing through my tired body

Doubt hanging around like my own personal ghost

I am an unsung hero

In my own nightmares

I am the villain in my own life’s play

I am struggling, suffocating, stimulated and swallowed

Imbittered, insane,

I am the song

Crumbled up on a piece of paper

Forgotten in the corner collecting cobwebs

I am a poet

Singing poems in the darkness

Seeking the light

Seeking the truth

Seeking my soul

With words my only weapon

And darkness my only friend