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josie Dec 2018
wayward words
and forgotten thoughts
stuck somewhere you once knew
but have long since lost
josie Dec 2018
melancholy
something you can't quite remember
that's on the tip of your tongue
ready to be spoken
but hidden in the back of your brain
and so nothing is said
josie Dec 2018
I am but a little nick on a giant diamond wall
etched with images
made by those who did something
who made a difference
who you can notice.

And I’m just a tiny scratch of a passerby
who wished they could leave a mark
like the huge images.
But they were blessed with a chisel
and all I have
are broken fingernails.

I try and try to carve something
to make a beautiful image
but it’s of no use.
I wasn’t born for this.

Only diamond can cut diamond.
And I am not like the diamonds.

— The End —