ive spent a lot of time over the years considering this art
poetry.

and i've come to the conclusion that i'm not very good at it.
primarily because it requires a vocabulary that i do not posses.

and every time i do im disappointed in myself.
so i think what do i need to do to make myself better at this.

and there, i was only thinking about myself.

i thought i was clever...im not...i won't ever be...

i thought i meant something to somebody...i didnt...i wont ever

i thought id leave a legacy...i can't...they already forgot me

i thought you cared to read this...u didn't...care to even forget me?

My country is burning;
And here I sit

My comrades are falling;
And here I sit

They’re taking my earnings;
And here I sit

They’re denying me transparency;
And here I sit

They watch me and I don’t watch them;
And here I sit

I can’t practice my religion;
And here is sit

How long - until;
I can’t sit

Let me muse you with my wisdom of which i have not
let me confuse you with my dismal portray of thought
when sour met the hour of which they have bought
and kissed the sweet darlings for he bear the honor not

i think sadness pervades on those who think the opposite fought
and persevere those who kissed the feet and forgot
scarcely are those who puff away the night
and forget that they try caused them so much fraught

for i sit alone and construct illusions of tire and might
i wish you understood my meaning and so do i
by gones be by gones my efforts now contrite
but sweet things bid sweet things and i wish you a good night.

It's like i want to beat someone responsible
but the only one responsible is me.

i can't be heard, i can't know why.
The peace is gone inside.

When will i realize i'm stuck with this pain
Burning me alive.

No pool to quench the fire
deserted
it stings the mind.

Somewhere a light shines
but i'm blind.

Feel me?