from an Empty inkwell

Not feeling like you belong...the feeling writing gives you...and tying it all together.

How do those words
describe me so well
following paths
from an empty inkwell
pen to paper
and scratch away
the thoughts and ideas
of this years' day.
A source of relief
a tired summary
Every components importance is chief
only when in false memories
we all lie
to save ourselves
we all die
to unslave ourselves
once more to the path
till it's beaten and torn
at length feel the wrath
to which you were born.
Pen and paper take no apologies
instead every sheet
silently agrees
that maybe what I
have to say
Is Actually Important.
cares, fears, inhabitions all swept away.