Thick Skull

Thick Skull

A Poem by Breezie Kae

I wish I only ever had to write poems,
that I could just lock myself up,
armed with midnight ink
and let myself go.

I could live that way:
Alive and unafraid
in these lies or these truths.

But I lack the right kind of ambition,
I lack that bravery.
I'm in love with what I'm not
and I loath my own lifestyle -

alone, in this bed,
with my head sharply aching.
I've let myself go.

So here I am,
locked in my room, just writing this,
hoping it will make me exist
outside my own thick skull.

© 2010 Breezie Kae

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enjoyed yoru first stanza, like the ending as well, sounds like me. Well expressed emotions!

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Added on December 3, 2010
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