I'm here again and pondering, <br />venting through my pen. <br />Inside my head is jumbled, <br />and my world is crashing in. <br />This self destructive cycle, <br />that never seems to end. <br />That asks the same old question, <br />stand tall and strong, or do i bend? <br /> <br />Feelings of indifference, <br />surrounding me with guilt. <br />Are tugging at foundations, <br />for that of which i've built. <br />And there's no-one here to talk to, <br />no ear with which to share. <br />So i sit and vent on through my pen, <br />as i have done for years. <br /> <br />For the pen will spread no rumour, <br />and the paper can be burned. <br />And my feelings can stay private, <br />that much i have learned. <br />For life is unforgiving <br />of errors in judgement made. <br />But a decision will be reached <br />amongst this thought toraid. <br /> <br />Heath Gunn<br /><br />Heath Gunn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/venting-through-my-pen/
