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barren

by SoulSurvivor

the old maid wore her widow's weeds charcoal parchment met her needs because her children are unborn she holds herself to other's scorn a heady mix of rhyme and rue the measure she is held unto other's ink has held her rapt believes her own pen should be capped but poet prophetess or fool puddles are as profound pools SoulSurvivor (C) 7/19/2015
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Written by
SoulSurvivor
Published
Jul 19, 2016
Time
2m
Notes

Sometimes I look at the profoundity of other people's work and feel really inadequate.

I just can't write that way. But I do my best to educate and entertain... express my feelings. I've decided not to look at other people's work and measure myself against it. I don't want to be insecure that way. But this poem reflects how I feel sometimes. :/

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#love#poetry#life#poets#deep#inadequate#hellopoetry107
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