This week I somehow just opened a word document, and started typing out a poem. Just like that. Now it isn't my best work, but considering I'm now writing poems (yes, hope to make it continue by using present tense) after years of inaction, I think it's not half bad. I do realise I could still improve it if I spent some more time on it, but if I do that, I will risk never end up posting it, so I'm going ahead with imperfection for the sake of prolificacy. Anyway, here it is. Enjoy-
Wicked Times
Wicked Times
In wicked
times like these
When your
mind plays tricks on me
I feel sick
and uneasy inside
Dizzy and brain-fried
Voices in
my head
Screaming,
whispering, devilish
Confusing
me, leading me
farther
Down into
the pits of consciousness
Where
dreams swirl in fogs
And my
stomache churns
As I’m
pushed down
Down, down
into the abyss
sound
ceases to exist
thoughts
turn to dust
I break the
invisible chain
And thrust
myself up
Finding you
in the light
Smirking,
head cocked slight
Puzzles and
riddles, and laughs
as if I've committed a gaffe
With each
ordeal, I wear
My shadow
dims, and voice thins
But I love
the game
so I come
back for more
