Creative Process
My muse begins to inspirewhen the pain begins to tear.
With every sentence i write,
the agony grows more intense.
With every word I think
it becomes more unbearable.
This twisted sense of irony
is my lifestyle of force.
My masochism
is no match for my emotions
To write this single poem
thousands of tears were shed.
As these words are written
my pain starts to subside.
Until it meets the plateau
at which my repressed feelings lay.
There, my mind remains,
trapped.
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