Sullen Poem by Samantha Campbell

Sullen sadness
of virginal solitude

Cramped

Locked away

Inside my own
boiling cauldron
of depressed bliss

I Sit there
and Stare

I Sit there
and Wither

Where is the heart
of solution

...Contemplate...
While you read this

Endlessly aching

My world is unconsoled

I'm beginning to think
that sooner or later
the ink on this paper

Will become no more
than a vapor
absorbed
by a line
in a slow
decline

Because writing
with finger tips
is a painful art

But bloods
better to stain

Pen Speak
keep it up
because they dont
seem to know
blood flow

I'm the spirit
poetry blew
her breath in

Lonely as it may seem
words are all I have

No riddles

No metaphors

Just ME

Passing minutes
as I bleed out poetry

By Samantha Campbell