Literography

I put the pen down

a face filled with frown

making me feel like a clown

all because my penmanship had to drown.

To turn that frown upside down

i embraced the inner clown

looking through lenses now

stopping moments like fence now

Nuisance, non sense, it doesn't make me cents

but the focus gives me new sense now

mental space, like a void

all the air just gets sucked out

I'm cold ow! even though it's 303 kelvin out

disease and danger wrapped darkness and silence

did i just quote star trek now?

no that's just my mental breakdown

it's getting out of hand

slipping like grains of sand

tightly holding on like I'm the amazing spiderman

but happiness is like my Gwen Stacy

it wasn't ever my fan.