by David Smith
The overwhelming, mentally dwelling,
Mind state is overbearing.
Sure, it looks high and mighty externally,
But internally, slowly dying.
Emotions non-complying, trying,
To ward off the thought of a love interest who is in a relationship I shattered,
I took one of the shards,
Stabbed my own heart,
Pain is my art,
I compose like Mozart,
But the vocabulary I got can’t save me.
These sick thoughts in the cranium,
The monster within, in vibranium it’s caged,
Passion lost like digging through a tar pit,
Solidified, looking into my mind.
Humbled feelings broke.,
My heart chokes,
Hatred flowing through my veins,
I maintain on the verge of going insane,
How many songs have I written to diss her in my bitterness,
Man that’s lame when in reality
I miss her.
David Smith is a freshman at Immaculata College.