Sorry I haven't posted the second chapter but I'm sure I'll be able to update in the coming week. I hope whoever reads this feels just a little more inspired about despair and mortality.
How hollow I grow
How many I've shown
The years I have to age
And yet when I turn to face my days
I learn they are mine alone
And little does time
Convince me its right
To take my years away
Though I am afraid
I relish the limelight
And all I did not say
How I almost wish
I could resist
The urge to live forever
That there's yet to measure
And I'll be missed
Though I know I'll never
True, I am not dead
By a logical stead
But logic nears demise
I squint to keep my sight
For though it hasn't fled
I won't know when I'm dead
Well, that's all for now. Thanks to whoever's reading this. Let me know what you think of the poem and of Jacknife.
Signed,
Inescapably uninteresting
(I just wanted to try that out)
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Jacknife
HumorWelcome to glorious Lakeview Village. Along with how polished or wealthy it may be, nothing is more problematic. Ingrid Duchene struggles with her weight, mostly the way everyone mocks it. Raised without identity or differentiation, Ingrid is anothe...
