Trapped In Words

My heart was fading away,
I was over powered by a spell,
My love of writing poetry
Was gone and I couldn’t tell.
Lying in bed so restless-
Unwilling to stop my sight,
Unwilling to give up poetry
I was fighting off the night.

I started with a pad and pencil,
This was foolishly wrong;
There was one tool that could help me out-
This is my pen’s sweet song.
My text is ever slanted,
Words are playing on my mind,
It’s like a cryptic puzzle;
I just can’t leave it all behind.

The ink flows from my pen,
Like the blood flows through my veins,
The truth comes from emotion
More than the lies within my brain;
You have to feel what you write-
And try to sense it all,
My fluency is unexplained
Within my words – I fall.

Now I’m trapped in my own pen,
Spilling out my blood,
I can’t explain such an addiction-
I doubt anyone ever could.
Before I wrote, I was unhappy,
Now I feel nothing like before
As I am complete with a hobby-
I don’t need anything more.