Thank you for triggering me
these feelings arise
and consume my being
drowning but still breathing
The pen becomes my weapon
not weepin’,
not readin’
just packin’ all these feelings into verse
to disperse words like shrapnel
then the music crackles
and the jackal you see
can now be released
as the damage ricochets
pierces a few ears on the way
might have made you def
can you feel what I say?
btw,
you’re free to hear
what you want to hear