usedinkpoetry

The Lost Letters

If I’m quite honest with you,
I can’t seem to read other peoples art.
I have this addiction where I compare myself to others and there’s no coming back.
I get lost.
In my own sanity.
My own darkness.
I need someone to lend me an arm,
So I could pull myself out of this hole I dug myself in.

Where do I begin? 

Comments1

  • Clarita

    Couldn't relate more. Beautiful poem.



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