Am I
The author
of my
Story?
Or is
My story
Writing
Me?
The subtext
Vomits into
Its scorn
For
The writer.
My rhyme and rhythm
Are mocking
Me.
Forlorn, his fountain pen is
Drying.
This ending
Will be
The death
Of
Him.
YOU ARE READING
Scribblings
PoetryWords arranged in a funny order. Poems about my view of reality and how my inner fantasy world colours it with strange tinges. I love discussions about concepts and ideas so please feel free to comment. © 2018 Brian Lynch
