sometimes i look at the crude mass of jumbled words that spill from my fingers and i weep because i can't write good poetry.

sometimes i read, read, and reread until my eyes bleed and i finally concede that i cant write good poetry.

sometimes i want to scream and shriek since i sacrifice so much simply to sow words on paper like seeds in a field, yet i can't write,

good

poetry.

sometimes i give up.


but i've always been told that the best authors hide the most suffering, and I look back at my poetry and smile.

because if i can't write good poetry

at least it means i'm doing alright.