My poems are all wordless,
My creations always worthless,
Writing words without a purpose,
Without a meaning deeper than the surface.
So many words but they're all useless,
So many promises but they're all truceless,
Thoughts that are all ruthless,
To be honest, I'm clueless.
Constantly feeling I'm on trial,
Sick of going the extra mile,
None of it's worthwhile.
I may just give up for a while.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PuisiI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
