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Devon Franklin
Poems
Oct 2013
most of the time
you just want
to slam
your trembling fists into splintering wood,
and bleed ink,
and bleed a masterpiece.
you just want
to wipe
your sorry arm across the angry clutter
of unresolved promises
hoarding psychic energy on your desk.
you just want
to stare
with bitter, blank hate,
as papers flutter downward
into a scattered heap
on the floor,
but
most of the time, you just need
to breathe, and
to gnaw
the clock out from your skull, and
the words out from your knotted thoughts,
and the truth out from your indolent hands,
but
most of the time, you don't.
most of the time, you just want to
scream and
scream and
scream:
“I am not good enough.”
Written by
Devon Franklin
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