Hell of a Night

I don't know. A lot on my mind I suppose.

i'm in that place where the pen feels right,

I feel like this is gonna be one hell of a night.

 

I stop & stare,

in to the nothingness of air

something is on my mind;

a truth that i can't find.

 

there's something i wanna confess

and i'll try my very best

it's hurting me for no real reason

i constantly feel like it's the end of the season

 

i sit here and ignore my duties

my mind filled with thoughts of your beauty

and it seems like it'll never end

and here i sit with my trusted pen

 

if every thought i had could be put into words

there'd be paper coming at us like a million herds

for now i stick to my paper and pen

and write rhymes like this until i feel okay again

 

i'm searching for the truth

with every ounce of my expired youth

finding it in bits and pieces everywhere i look

wishing it was just in a book

 

and i'm in that place where the pen feels right,

I feel like this is gonna be one hell of a night.

Author's Note

ignore punctuation & sentence structure (i.e. capital i's) this piece isn't an english essay, it's a piece from the depths of my existence.

Reviews

[♪Barklight♪]

I can high five you on this one, I've had some "hellish nights" for the same reasons. A good poem though Jen!

[Kaylor Mason]

One hell of a night is usually followed by one hell of a morning after. Unless of course you sleep till noon. I like this poem; it skips lightly through the mind, like a flat rock over the surface of a lake

[Make An Exception]

For one hell of a night, you sure do know how to write one hell of a poem! :)
This is really good!