Why I Write

I write when my ideas cannot be drawn

But steadily claw at the right side of my brain.

When my creativity tells me

That it can no longer the take the dull pain

Of boredom that this small town gives out in daily doses

Time and time again just to remind you

That here there isn’t much for its residents to do.

I write when my feelings are too jumbled up

To try and actively explain to someone else.

When I cannot portray something I thought important

With my light and quiet voice by choice.

I write to escape the real world too

When things begin to feel a bit overwhelming to me

And dark thoughts flow through my head

 Like a sea, a tidal wave of sadness

I use writing to reign in the madness.