My.Nothings.

I sit sketching nothings in my notebook,
Those with logic minds wouldn’t take a second look
At this mine of confusion
Words, pictures and lines forming an illusion
Of nonsense and insanity
Lines short of vanity
My form of therapy is paper and ink
Letting my thoughts flow with no need to think
My strange twisted pictures
My adjoined line that lures
You to nowhere safe and nowhere sane
My release from pain
My nonsense that seems so crazy to the logic mind
In my scribbles meaning’s hard to find
My doodles confuse the smartest
My scribbles derail the best
No sane mind can think like me
They cannot decipher what my nonsense could be
They don’t understand what this page could mean
Its nothing like anything you’ve ever seen
My nothings drown the page with no seen end
My nothings, my nonsense, my only friend,
A link in my head is nothing to anyone but me
The connection from ‘A’ to ‘Only’
Sneering smiles and evil lines
Insane eyes and unstructured rhymes
My thoughts are nothing to all but I
They could confuse you enough to make you cry
My pages are filled with me and my mind
My trail that I left behind
From the page my thoughts scream
My Nonsense teems
My distorted figure sings
All hollering my nothings.