The time I spent
Feeling sorry for myself
Just moping around
Resting on the shelf
Watching myself
From just behind
Wondering how
To get out of this bind
It’s been months now
Maybe even years
I’ve been crying to myself
Inside tears
Still not knowing
The answers
Not even knowing
The questions
How can we start?
If we can’t even finish
My attempt
A pointless gibberish
Pathetic little me
In a cold hard space
I pity you
And your sorry face
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I love the subtle anger of this piece. The acceptance of things but the refusal to accept them at the same time. We’ve all been there at some point.
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Yes so true, raw bitterness
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Some of the best poetry is raw. And we know if we don’t post it then, we probably never will.
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