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Transformation of Thought
My pen begins to send my thoughts
from within my soul, through my skin
into my hand demanding identity,
entity of my essence in sentence.
Expressed confessed depression is remedy
for stress so heavily rested inside of me.
Intricate sentiment vented inspires me
irony, pain when explained feel so good to me.
Could it be sadness is madness, insanity?
Has to be, tragedy always attracted me
actually, magically draws me emotionally,
hopefully, most of me saved by my poetry.
Finally free, the way it's supposed to be
for the rest of existance, I keep my pen close to me.