Words

Wherever I am,
Whoever I'm with,
Apathy sits in the pit of my soul.

Melodramatic my writings may be,
Expressive of thoughts and feelings they are.

Accurate Depth,
Perception falls short.
Writing with ease,
Flowing with words,
Empty of meaning,
Without direction.

My brain is wrinkled,
With repetitive thoughts
Of petty introspection.