disillusionment

jark

i spent it, every second, 

every minute that you gave me

to grow up, i spent it spinning out 

going crazy, i spent it 

every nickel you gave me

got dropped, flipped, popped 

and traded into gum-balls

they’ll fill up my mouth

they trickle out… their little compartment, 

they’ll jumble jangle and taste like parchment 

and on my paper wafers i munch and munch 

without pages some days i swallow poems for lunch

i spent it, every second, 

every minute that i had to myself 

i spent it, wondering

waiting to start editing 

start stopping stopping myself

i spent it, all my alone time

writing i’m writing something sad 

and i’m spending it, this second 

scribbling this is in a sketch pad 

  • Author: jake (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 4th, 2022 03:05
  • Comment from author about the poem: trying to be rhythmic, listing to music
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    wonderful, off-beat flow
    a good read
    if it's fun, keep writing
    and thanks for sharing

    • jark

      writing to write for readers who read

    • Rocky Lagou

      Very relatable. I find myself consuming all my time writing and reading poetry, and literature in general, and before I know it, the day's gone. Well done! ✍



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