Escape

My poem is much too heavy, to place upon these lines My pen, it vomits when I write I tell my friends, I'm doing fine I thought to make it as a song, yet, who would ever care to sing? Much heavier than metal, they would not understand a single thing I asked the diary, give me peace, let my burden rest in you It locked itself and spoke in fear, I cannot hold another tear I will give my poem some time to think, then maybe I can find the key I know there are poets who understand, the other side of a poem set free But when it comes down to it all, it is inspiration which is the key