Drowning in pages and pages of words
All for nothing and no one
Angst and anguish
Anger and frustration
Pouring out in language no soul will ever see
No point to the profession
Of all that emotion
When the reason for the feelings
Will never hear a sound
But the outpouring won’t stop
It all has to go somewhere
And nothing this powerful can stay locked away
So out it springs
In fountains of letters
Never meant to be read
That hopefully someday will find a real home
