my life is a poem in the making
it's looking for the rhymes and the ends to meet
some words to match and sounds to link
the feeling of life needs to be exposed to the sun
poke, and stir and wait for the fun
it's a mess, a disaster that needs to be arranged
sorted into pieces
with a paradox to blame
it's unfinished and raw
with every possible flaw
somehow it all sticks together and holds me up
the time ticks until the life just gives up
my life is a poem in the making
YOU ARE READING
So I write
PoetryWas a bit depresso in 2022-23,here is the aftermath:) TW: -mention of self harm -depression -mention of suicide
