Written Thoughts

Lines of words are written

As they're flitting through my brain

Words that fill with anger

Hate, Tyrani, Distain

But for some reason as they flit

They invade my scribbling hand

As the ink flows black as nigh

On this paper my thoughts land

The healing of the words

Are like the healing of one's tears

To escape the horrors of this life

And the cruel worlds eyes and ears

So even though this scribbling

Seems pointless and obscure

For me it is an outlet

To escape the razors lure