Becoming a Poet

Small and weak Shrouded by the darkness surrounding me I can't help but feel as though I am suffocating By the ice cold air filled with anxieties and pain Tired and Weary I begin to wonder when this will end I begin to wonder how it will end And it hits again, but this time full throttle And suddenly I'm on the floor gasping for air I hear voices coming through the darkness I fill with hope, picking my self up from the ground But suddenly a sharp ringing hits my ears Words of abuse ring throughout my body These words make the darkness thicker These words make the air ways tighten I'm being consumed by these words These words that come from who I hold dear I break through the shroud Which has clouded my mind And I see you there another time And I can't help but break inside You are my muse For which I write So thank you for dragging me down For I write this in spite