My Mind

It is not easy to write,

Cutting open my wounds with a metaphorical knife,

I am bleeding on to the page,

Too many thoughts in an Authors mind,

Driving myself insane,

By inspiration of broken hearts,

The drag of a cigarette,

I am killing my lungs and I cannot be done yet,

A dream so close to me,

Reaching into the infinite possibilities,

Along comes the time to grasp hold,

And let go of the unknown,

I am not a broken soul.

Just damaged by my own fantasies of reality.