I Loathe No Inspiration

Lost inside the prison of the mind

Open to passion

And yet, so blinded 

The walls close in

Hells gates open

Everything comes to an end, even art block

OKAY, GUYS, DON’T JUDGE THIS! THIS IS MY FIRST FINISHED POEM THAT I DONT DESPISE SINCE YEAR 4 SO, SHHH… and yes, it is an acrostic poem.

Anyway, I’d appreciate advice if anyone has any :D constructive criticism only, not just insulting me i haven’t slept all night and its 5:30 am.

Thabks bye😜