I no aspin is not a word :(

The Walls of Catharsis

I am making my way
Down to the bottom of my page
As I move downward
Hoping words will now assuage
All the worries I hold
At least thatís the general plan
To unravel inner angst
From many years of being man
You donít need to read it
In fact Iíd persuade you to not
No need to watch a man
Hold up his feeling to garrote
If we reach down deep
And rummage in our handbags
It tells us of the person
And springs up all the red flags
Imagine all the tension
Conversations filled in anguish
All piled up in a mind
To wit the only rhyme is languish
I'm getting near the end
But found nothing so to speak
Helping me in my catharsis
No gleamed meaning so to leak
So I will say goodbye to me
And forget this pointless action
I feel mental wheels aspin
And am so tired of lack of traction

Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-03-02 at 11:53

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I disagree. You got traction.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
As soon as I started reading I couldn't stop, falling also on the walls of catharsis. I believe we become addicted to writing. It becomes a necessity, yet there are times when what we need to say is just beyond reach. Good poem.

I feel you, Dave. At times, writing loses all its therapeutic charm. It becomes a mere chore, a psychic manifestation of a tired mind. I like this poem. :)