i feel immense remorse for this person who i was
i feel it, intense forlorn, i fear what i’ve caused
i feel it, walking overboard, i’m bored and feeling sick
i feel it like a candle burnt at both ends, i’m outta wick
i feel like i’d be better off with a work ethic to boot lick because
i’m a listless little limerick
i’m a treat without a trick
i’m a body full of holes
i’m a figure without a stick
i’m a bag full of bones
i’m a head of unknowns
i’m a cord without a phone
i’m a backbone all alone
in this wilderness, i’m far from fearless
im weak actually, and scared, rationally
cause this cliff-face is nothing but steep
this sheer drop has gotten me to think
about my point
my being
my me
but im not ready to write that,
right now i’m on the brink
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Author:
jake (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 26th, 2022 21:09
- Comment from author about the poem: i’ve been having trouble sleeping
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nice write Jake. It's hard when you can't sleep, I used to have a problem with that too. Hopefully better nights are ahead. great job!
thank you, that means a lot to hear your insomniac solidarity haha! a night spent writing i think is a night spent right
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