Struggling with depression
´n´ loneliness all the time
Drinking too many bottles
of the good old red wine
it reminds you of blood
when it drips on the lines
you currently wrote
with much more on the mind
you felt too deep
you felt too much
the heart is in ache
you felt that touch
of words – spoken to
your soul
you´ve never felt normal
you´ve never felt whole
you keep writing and writing
and nobody cares
and you keep going
´till somebody shares
this deep connection
with the words
the world, the people
and the birds
The Broken Artist