when I second guessed myself
I turned to words
the words found me,
they made sense,
they felt right,
but tonight,
here I am seconding guessing myself
and my words,
they dont make sense
they dont feel right,
feels like i made a mistake somewhere but
where?
its been awhile like this now,
second guessing myself,
who I am,
what I am,
and now words dont make sense
less they gave up on me too,
wouldnt blame them
i gave up on me too.
who is a stoner that cant smoke?
who is a player that cant flirt?
who is a dad that cant provide?
who is a drunk with no alcohol?
who am I without words?
Am I ghost
afloat the living?
a whisper of the past
in the present?
who is a writer that cant write?
