I write....

I write to see
To open my doors to the
Spirits and earth that
Whisper to me.
I write to see truth and lies
I write to see ugly cries of reality
That shout to me through printed ink
I write to think about an exodus of things that come to me
late at night.
I write to hear the shouts and screams
Of nightmare dreams of hell
While smiles stretch skin across off- white teeth.
I write to hear.
To listen to the words of which i cannot bear to think
About the stink that pierces early morning air
I hear thoughts of vagrants who wander without a care
Along abandoned streets.
You see, I write to feel
Things which I am not allowed to say
Things that I will reminisce on one day and laugh and cry
Things which scare me
Because sometimes it is just me that I see
Through my pen.
And I feel me
And I feel who I am not and who I am meant to be
And all the feelings that I have got to write.
And still I write
To be.