Starting with w a t e r,
Tears strolling down cheeks.
The l i g h t of a phone screen
Screaming two AM.
Letters running with red lines flying beneath them,
Power in every word.
Then with natural light comes l e a d,
Tapping on wordless paper,
Staring into a wall of nothing.
A blank mind and dreary eyes,
Only thinking when not allowed,
Only creative when desperate.
Thinking back to the n e o n of the letters,
Hidden in a passcode.
After staring at trees and prompts, feeling nothing,
Give in to the dark.
I r o n fists slam into a head that cannot think,
Words never written.
A heart of c o p p e r can build nothing alive,
A soul of b r a s s cannot feel.
After giving in,
The night returns,
And answers are found again in sadness.
They feel meaningless,
Like p y r i t e,
Fake and hollow.
Still, it's all that can be found,
So the twinge of desperation allows letting go.
Releasing the words,
Fear tears like spikes of s t e e l.
To everyone else,
Words thought to be nothing were something.
To you all, my words were g o l d.
Thank you. Thank you for making me mean something.
I hope you like this poem! I know it's a bit strange and weirdly written, but I had fun making it. Thanks for reading!- Kitty