My hundredth poem
On this website
I don't know what
To write tonight
.....
Perhaps something
I've never done before
A ****** fantasy
A victory roar

I don't feel like victory
Is on my side
I know I've no speciality
I've got no pride

I'm nothing special
Just another drone
No great ideas
To call my own

Just another no one
Nothing unique
Another boring no one
Nothing you'd want to keep

I know I'm nothing
No reason to stay alive
A suicide in waiting
No reason to stay alive

But I know I want to write
It's the thing that keeps me awake at night
I know there is nothing left for me
A writer is the only thing I want to be

So let me write, let me create
Now, before it is too late
All I want to do is make people think
Give them ideas, or make​ them drink

What is there left for me to do?
What is there left for me to say to you?