Saturday, March 5, 2022

Talking To Myself

This isn’t shit or This ain’t shit
either way i’m right
depending how i’m feeling
on any given day

these words ordered as they are
blemishes or beauty marks on the blank page

either i find shelter in the shade of the poets i love
or i am beneath them
sitting in their shadows

for now, it’s impossible to feel i have form
and cast out
one of my own

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