my sketchbook had so many eraser marks
thin and light grey lines mask the white page
it makes me so angry
such a good drawing on a messy pagei cant stand to look at it any longer
so ill rip it apart
and try to recreate the drawing before
but with no mistakesits impossible
and it kills me that it is
so now i sit at my desk and lay my head in my hands
the sweat from my frustrations
stinging the red eyes of a tired artistthe book lays wide open
even worse smudges
and even more prominent eraser marks
goddamni ruined another artwork
but can it even be considered an artwork
if its incomplete
i would assume notso ill close my sketchbook
and give it a final shove away
letting the hard work be ruined
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The Night Talks • Vents
PoetryDisgusting and disturbing thoughts turned into try-hard poetry.