**Why does every poem published feel risky?
Why does it cause me such a hard time?
I think "What am I even doing?"
And "Am I wasting my time?"
Is it recognition that I'm seeking?
Or is there something else I'm trying to find?
And just what is wrong with me?
Is this a talent, obsession, or is it an affliction?
If you could only see the way i scribble addictively..
I wouldn't be shocked if you staged an intervention.
Am I a poet or am I losing my sanity?
And could all my hopes be founded in fiction?
Still, my goal isn't nearly defined.
My mental organization could be improved..
I write as much as a nut case of some kind.
Is it in my best interest for my pen to be removed?
Patterns and stanzas keep me shallowly refined.
I'll ignore the hazard; it's excused.
No reason to admit defeat because of cold feet.**
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 4:09 PM UTC
**Why does every poem published feel risky?
Why does it cause me such a hard time?
I think "What am I even doing?"
And "Am I wasting my time?"
Is it recognition that I'm seeking?
Or is there something else I'm trying to find?
And just what is wrong with me?
Is this a talent, obsession, or is it an affliction?
If you could only see the way i scribble addictively..
I wouldn't be shocked if you staged an intervention.
Am I a poet or am I losing my sanity?
And could all my hopes be founded in fiction?
Still, my goal isn't nearly defined.
My mental organization could be improved..
I write as much as a nut case of some kind.
Is it in my best interest for my pen to be removed?
Patterns and stanzas keep me shallowly refined.
I'll ignore the hazard; it's excused.
No reason to admit defeat because of cold feet.**
