b-LAH-que

You make me hate my poetry

Now and then I write
Creative bents may steer my sight
I make a mess of what was right
and put it into words

 

And late at night i think
And mistake for depth what only sinks
through mucky murk of opaque stink
And makes my ego hurt

 

I'll read a thousand times
rewritten, all the same old lines
that try to give me what I'd find
In an inspiring verse

 

And when I'm on the verge
Of making something I find worth
Exposing what's so true it hurts
You make me feel the worst

Comments1

  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed

    • b-LAH-que

      Thank you, I appreciate the feedback and kind words.

      • Tony36

        Welcome



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