It burned
at the back of my throat
like a lump of cancer
killing every living cell of hope
I had for
myself
Can this be the cycle I feared
the one that bites you in the ***
after years of planning
and assessing?
Why have I found myself
rotting in this chair, scarring my eye sight
drying my creative juices
guideline by guideline?
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 5:06 AM UTC
It burned
at the back of my throat
like a lump of cancer
killing every living cell of hope
I had for
myself
Can this be the cycle I feared
the one that bites you in the ***
after years of planning
and assessing?
Why have I found myself
rotting in this chair, scarring my eye sight
drying my creative juices
guideline by guideline?
