"Scribble"
 

My feelings flow from pen to paper,
Letting go of all the anger,
Watching teardrops stain the paper,
Emotion falling, flying faster.

Hidden wounds that ooze my pain,
I want to close them,
Walk away.

I SCREAM!
My mouth a gaping hole,
I cannot see,
I cannot feel.

I wage a battle with myself,
You made me a prison
You shut me in…

Do I loathe me?
Do I love me?

Tell me true!

Great job! I can feel all the emotions you are expressing! GREAT!

Okay, Great Job, but all your poems that I have read involve tears, and paper... I think I'm seeing a pattern here... but otherwise, GREAT!

Really?? They Do!!!??! Lol, don't mind me, but what about "Dusk" and "Nightmare" not to metion "The Runaway"?? Thanks for the feedback though!!

~Mocha~

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its weaker than most ure other work...but more real, raw, how i like it - none of this william blake wanna b non sense ( which u usually do)...good lord save me....its alright....a scribble...wel named