Mumbo-Jumbo

As I walk through the dark streets
I can only hear the sounds of my feet
Complete quiet except for the wind
The deafening silence increases my depression.

I've been through highs and I've been through lows
I'm getting frustrated with my own mumbo-jumbo
But it's not as easy as you may think
There's always a good excuse to have a drink

But dont feel inspired by my tragic mile
I've read better poems in third grade style
And although the words may be of a higher caliber
The elementary emotions are more difficult when sober

I don't write to make people understand
I write with passion if and when I can
It doesn't matter to me whether it may scare someone
My expressions are mine alone and that cant be undone

We all have frustration and we let loose in various ways
Some drink, some smoke, some put heroin in their veins
But I choose to let my fingers do the talking
It's the sane way of dealing with feelings that are stalking

Finding an outlet for what you have inside
Is desperately important when there's none by your side
If I had someone to talk to and vent my frustrations
I wouldn't subject you to my disturbing creations

Maybe subconsciously I'm screaming here I am
Take me and save me from myself and this sham
But maybe I'm saying take a look at yourself
Are you really true and not just sitting on a shelf?

And so the tide turns and the onus is on you.
I plead and I beg for your soul to be true
Don't ignore what you may feel is trivial
Everything means something and there is no denial

You don't need to dance, sing or even write
As long as you believe that your heart can recite
The dreams and hopes that keep you going strong
Because that's where you'll find where you belong.