I'm on a late night poetry rant
standing here on my grave
everything done, everything said
a sad attempt, being brave
Pounding the lines
straining the prose
fighting for every last word
Thrashing the weeds
corn too the crib
productive and yet, still deferred
It never seems to bear fruit
no matter how hard that I try
beating my temples and brain
feeding my fears
getting by
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC
I'm on a late night poetry rant
standing here on my grave
everything done, everything said
a sad attempt, being brave
Pounding the lines
straining the prose
fighting for every last word
Thrashing the weeds
corn too the crib
productive and yet, still deferred
It never seems to bear fruit
no matter how hard that I try
beating my temples and brain
feeding my fears
getting by
Thats just the feel sometimes :)
But! I'm never depressed long!
;D~
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