Why I Write

Inspiration, Alliteration

Exaggeration without pronunciation.

There exists in my mind and soul.

Deep and dark shadows

In lonely hallow spaces.

Every day I hated myself

When I was younger.

It seemed like

A lifetime of knowing

And not knowing,

 A lifetime of hate and resentment.

The window into my soul reflected like a mirror.

All the angry thoughts and sentiments.

I always believed in hope, faith and love

But those were only expectations

My religion had me dream of.

Those hallow spaces within my mind

Continued to hate.

Art, music and writing releases

The negativity.

Poetry brings out all that could not,

With a bunch of mixed-up phrases.

Poetry is art to me.

Poetry is therapy.

I don’t always have a lot to say.

I escape and search those

Dark spaces for answers and truth

About myself.

Writing poems

Seems to me,

Like I’m writing letters to myself.

I’m still not sure why.

Maybe to question my life

And all that I have experienced.

The good and bad.

Christianity, Satanism, religion,

Now just moments in the past

Continue to show their faces.

An endless cycle of torment,

Although, only an exaggeration

And metaphorical language to be spoken.

Poetry awakens the silence that has

 Long been deafening deep within.

Poetry is

To me...

My life...

In short

A reason to write.