Thoughts in randomness

I write, I accumulate,

My darkest fears and thoughts,

It never does satiate,

The ghosts with which I am wrought.

 

I read and absorb,

All of the hurt and sorrows,

All of it distorts,

My heart’s beaming pharos.

 

I mull over and muse,

At others’ every spoken word,

My heart is bruised,

As the intent behind each is heard.