Happy Thoughts

I'm having a tough time. I'm feeling really lonely, and there are too many things I'm trying to think about, and I can't keep up. I just want things to slow down, or even stop.

The light beams across my vision.

My thoughts await their inevitable home across the page.

With eager tension, one by one the tears paint my image.

Every idea to be thrown into my head,

Then be dropped at my feet.

They smash over my feet, but I don't feel the pain.

Away from my ink I'm alone...

Those people whom I call friends fade in my mind.

A still frame cannot convey true emotion,

no less than a rock can move.

However, they both have something in common.

Both absorb the heat of a human, leaving them left cold.

All I can do is promise away my warmth.

Amongst my ink I'm alone...

So many eyes staring at me,

Observing me as I go through life.

But they have no reason as to do so.

The anxiety of every second controls us.

We live for a single moment of peace.

But peace is the idea that there is a right, and a wrong.

My ink creates peace, and war.

We never leave.

Author's Note

I've never written a poem before, so please let me know how my pacing goes.