AS THE MIND, THE WORDS

I’m sad
So my tears flow out of a nib

I’m elated
So I babble through an ecstatic delirium of words

I’m worried
So I scribble away my anxiety

I’m filled with ennui
So my boredom plays between stanzas I craft

I’m angry
So my ire seeks release through a pen

I’m scared
So I hide behind a sheet of paper

I’m lonely
So I seek the companionship of prose

I’m weighed down
So I lighten my burden by laying down verse

I’m confused
So I unravel my thoughts into poetry

I’m optimistic
So I put down a positive turn of phrase

I’m inhibited
So I free my mind through my writings

I’m buoyant
So my words rise to the occasion

I’m sexually aroused
So my thoughts release in an orgasmic orgy till I pair them into couplets

I’m alive
So I breathe through my compositions

I’m human
So I express myself in black & white

I’m sentient
And so my sentences reflect my state of mind