sometimesihatemycat

Every single thing
I write
I want to burn
As it turns
Out
Making myself
Sick
With my own words
Is all
The gift
That I have left
To give
To spite
My dreamy inclinations
Otherwise

-me

~ by April on October 3, 2021.

Posted in Humanity, Identity, Loss, Poetry, Writing
Tags: Anatta, Anicca, Bad poetry, Bad writing, confidence, Doubt, Dukkha, Identity, Poetry, self doubt, truth, Voice, Voiceless, Writing