Incision:
It seems like I can only write when I’m in pain
As I sit in the dark trying to find that pain
Hoping it triggers something inside
Finished the rise
But I wanna create more
Did I lose my gift when I laid on that table
No then why don’t I feel able
Without it I’m not stable
Maybe I’m tripping
Maybe I’m not
If I can’t create then I’m nothing but a lazy prisoner on a cot
Not pulling weight inside a prison
I’m feeling enslaved by these incision
Decisions decisions
I thought I had to do it
But maybe not
Maybe not
Disclaimer: I wrote this awhile back when I was a little doubtful. Make sure to like, comment and follow this blog. View my previous content until my next post.
