At night I fight brain
Wars. To bring light I write with
This pen as my sword.
Waves of ink wash my
Warped soul. Rhyming my sentence,
Demons I silence
Through fiery oceans
Of lost kin. I paddle with
This pen as my oar.
Waves pull me back and
Forth. Trapped between living or
Ending my heart’s sore.
Tears on my floor, black
Ink I pour, more and more till
I’m drowned, washed ashore.