Life ***** doesn't it? The tedious action we must all pull through to arrive at the same conclusion the fullstop or maybe a comma
what an allusive ending
I'm curious now
but this is all a lie, of course
The need to find out
it was all a lie from my own mind
fictional
my head is crowded with mist I can only see white
I'll fill in the gaps myself
or should I start again?
It's not bad,
what I've been saying
but I cannot stop these words
I do not crave sympathy
Contrasting to belief
I just crave justification
For saying
"Life *****"
I don't even ******* know what this poem is about, not going to lie.. It's 2am and I need to write poems, but I'm a massive tangenter and it really shows in my poetry.