Evicted

Venting through words wrote on a sheet

You ever see a torrential downpour of rain
I feel like I'm the water blocked in a drain
I hate this feeling of being completely stuck
Like out of my world, vanished has my luck

I sit at night, thinking of a way to release
This tension in my mind to decrease
I have left it build up way to much
With reality my mind is out of touch

Like drops of water into a bucket
The water has reached the summit
In the depths my mind feels conflicted
These emotions need to be evicted

Writing is my main necessity
It is my one and only therapy
Writing words releases the emotion
It eases my minds erosion

Reviews

[Oncebitten]

I like it. The rhyme scheme is good, and even though the poem starts out rather hopeless - it still ends on a hopeful note.

[Lykos]

Glad you liked it, thank you for the review, I appreciate it.