I sit so confused,
All my words entangled.
Have all the good thoughts been already used?
As around me, lie papers crampled.
Wondering if I’d ever be good enough,
Good enough to be a writer..
I hear from behind a polite cough,
And my shoulder feels the caressing touch of my mother.
-ST.
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PoesiaThis is my weary ink that seeks to be immeresed in galaxies through written words aquiver. ? . Hope you enjoy your stay in between my scribblings. ✌ Stay tuned for more additions to this abode of poetic justice.. !
