I am a writer
Or maybe I'm not
I bend words to my will
Or maybe I thought
I keep the reader on edge
Or maybe I bore
To keep up with my mind
Has become such a chore
I pick myself up
I lied, I don't
Put myself down
Can't tell you I won't
I am a writer
Try as I may
If I keep on writing
Despite what I say
YOU ARE READING
365 days of Ashes
PoetryOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
