That empty feeling
That's not empty at all,
But hollow and tumultuous
Like something's stirring
More like something's emerging
And banging on your sanity's walls.
To just about the top of your lungs
right about when you're going to scream
And you use all your strength
To keep it in check
And most of the time it works.
At least for me,
Right about when I forget to breathe
And my panic makes it hard to see
I call on words to make sense of it all
To help me stamp it all
Brand it all
With something that I can understand
Then I write it out for y'all,
My foes and my friends,
To glance at when you've got a sec
And think, hmm it doesn't make much sense
and you quickly move on to the next.