Wicked Thoughts

My pen paints pictures prophesying like scriptures

My mind swirls and twirls, twisting like twisters

Blood leaks on a page, through writing I’m speaking for days

Too mature for my youth, like I’m tweaking my age

It’s ironic how dark poetry sparks glow in me

I shine when hope dims, I express it openly

It’s cold when you’re alone, but you’re never told until you’re grown

I tried to take control, but my life unfolds into its own

Home turns into Twilight Zone, I lie prone

Write rhymes, recite lines, and leave minds blown

While the image of my brains being blown out plays on repeat

My victories are overshadowed by one simple defeat

Life offers no receipts, so I seek alternative routes

I’m burning with doubt, too disturbed to get out

Emotions run as deep as oceans until they start soaking,

Causing commotion, not letting me rest, leaving me floating

Fixations on the forsaken leads to mistakes and,

Conversations with myself on the issue of creation

Hate is the only thing that I’m truly seeing

Human beings being destroyed by human beings

Why not self-destruct with them and join their vision?

I’m just as invisible as the faith that I’ve been given