another poem about a poet
another poem about a poem
another poem about poetry
i feel so much alone
finding depth in the shallows
by hiding under stones
dying without any oxygen
now i am drifting bones
another poem about a poet
another poem about a poem
another poem about poetry
i feel so far from home
(i promise that this will be my last poem about poetry, or a poetry site.)
When I log in, it goes to a page called "home". I think that this is self explanatory. Poetry "communities" ruin poetry, by alienating new members, and embracing being the same. Not to mention all of the drama and *******. Maybe we are all in the same boat, but some choose to paddle, and some choose to ride along. You might ask why I am here, but don't bother.