To the Point

Sometimes I write
with song-like flow;
verbose language
just to let the reader know-

about what haunts my dreams,
and what tears me at the seams,
with colors haunting but serene
and forlorn language that screams-

of every emotion that shake my core,
hurting my soul; everything I was before
cannot exist now; death creeping so slow
of eternal slumber, all to let you know-

of the visceral state of my heart,
torn asunder; pain turned into art,
trauma into meaning, nightmares into dreams.
But to you, and only you, I want to scream-

	I feel sad  ̶t̶o̶d̶a̶y̶