the inside struggle

this poem is mixture of feelings taking over me each time i try to write i just translated them into words

A frozen hand grabbing the pen Thoughts are running like the river Low lights dimming the room Blank sheets scattered around the table A warm puff of cigarette’s smoke The hand start writing like no ever Words coming out of the doom Eternal oblivion will soon take all over The fear disguised as a courage man Countless souls getting consumed like fuel Warriors aligning for the great war Imaginary battles draining my brainpower The pen’s being switched to a sword Words are becoming more like a venom The child’s starving for control The grand strife is almost over The sheets are getting full Mind got foggy like London’s cloud cover Explosions happening inside my skull God’s mercy has ended the dolour