I write and write about my pain
Is my effort all in vain?
I write and write about my joy
My happiness, please don't destroy
I have these words inside my head
But instead, I put them to bed
I have these words swirling around
Instead of writing, I bury them in the ground
Pain and bliss
I give them a kiss
They help me write
When I want to give up my fight
Writing is my safe space
When I want to end the race
My writing is a skill
One I'll never ****
Some poems come out gracefully
Others come out disgracefully
Words flowing like a river
Or words like a punch to the liver
Rhyming or not
My words won't come from a bot
Poetry is human and real
AI can't feel
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 1:57 PM UTC
I write and write about my pain
Is my effort all in vain?
I write and write about my joy
My happiness, please don't destroy
I have these words inside my head
But instead, I put them to bed
I have these words swirling around
Instead of writing, I bury them in the ground
Pain and bliss
I give them a kiss
They help me write
When I want to give up my fight
Writing is my safe space
When I want to end the race
My writing is a skill
One I'll never ****
Some poems come out gracefully
Others come out disgracefully
Words flowing like a river
Or words like a punch to the liver
Rhyming or not
My words won't come from a bot
Poetry is human and real
AI can't feel
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