No Poetry

I've sat here thinking of apoem But nothing strayed bymy mind that hits home All that plays by is ancient memories that fall short And all of these feelings I want to abort There's no poetry No amazing quotes No clever anecdotes Trust me I've tried My subconcious has died The black has become blacker My soul is stained with the stench of hatred Hatred toward myself and my being And no poetry is in the view of seeing Play the notes of my brain waves And drift across the tidal waves of my soul And still you will find nothing but me in a corner waiting to fly Waiting to run, waiting to die No other has felt this way No other has felt dismay No feeling that I may attach my eyes to see No poetry.