Hiding behind stunted verses and empty words
Emotionless stanzas, please we my swords

It's been so long since I emptied my soul
It's been yesterday—did I find myself?

Confusion, havoc, my words have no meaning
Messy, scrawled letters, come crawling

I make no sense, perhaps I should stop
Kidding myself into thinking I have magic in a drop

Perhaps, perhaps not
I am merely a temporary Spring
In the longest winter
A breath of fresh air
In the dying smell of gutter

Fighting, failing, I realize I am neither
Tired nor fulfilled
I am just
Me