Blame It on the Airwaves
I try to set me free
onto paper then, I see myself stop, dead in my words
nothing able to come out quite right
I fight for the right phrases and emotions
just to come up with worthless potions
I just wish I could set this in motion
and burst along with my ink
onto the page filled with rage
but I find my brain caged
maybe it's something in the airwaves
or I just need to be saved
So I'm about to cave
but then I find that wave
of meaning
and let it carry me out
to the very last sound
to the last word
so I'm heard by all my imaginary audience
and I pause to hear applause
the clapping in my head is what's ahead
that's what I tell myself
so I can keep my mental health
onto paper then, I see myself stop, dead in my words
nothing able to come out quite right
I fight for the right phrases and emotions
just to come up with worthless potions
I just wish I could set this in motion
and burst along with my ink
onto the page filled with rage
but I find my brain caged
maybe it's something in the airwaves
or I just need to be saved
So I'm about to cave
but then I find that wave
of meaning
and let it carry me out
to the very last sound
to the last word
so I'm heard by all my imaginary audience
and I pause to hear applause
the clapping in my head is what's ahead
that's what I tell myself
so I can keep my mental health
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