squirming yet writhing

A Poem by A Growing Mind

I'm squirming yet thriving,
Just like a worm through the soil
I'm Lurching and diving - A squid about to squirt some oil-like ink
To penetrate-pores and make ya think,
Also to release- because i feel I'm on the brink;
Of genius - or maybe it's insane!?
I feel a viscous liquid
- That keeps on Dripping from my brain
So I feed it In the pen -
Start to scribble and scrabble until my Psychotic thought processes
come to an end - And I feel I'm on the mend ..

When my brain gets into the state that it's in I start to stew up thoughts of original sin -
Releasing the tensions that hang deep within, Using Vocab so dark you crack a bottle a gin - Just to get ya through the poem, His concepts hit hard although ya don't know him
You wanna put down the page
But you keep reading the ramblings of a young man thats coming of age..

..Chugging down a bottle of drink
Sludging through the thoughts of a kink-
You still don't know what to think
But you can't stop yourself as you continue to sink..

No more distractions and distortions
Now, forced extractions and abortions
As you go on - you get more fearer
While ironically the writer feels clearer
You stop yourself and you look in the mirror
Start to cry, everything seems drearer...

You put the page down ,
while he puts the rage down
Your Both in your own zones -
You smoke bones and lay down