It aches, like my head between two rocks.
I am in my own way; no matter where I move
there I am, an obstruction,
staring back, screaming profanity.
I smile: myself I mock,
saying I need to improve
or face my self-destruction.
Dare I drive myself to insanity?
We are in a bitter deadlock.
I need me to improve.
There can only be one deduction:
We must work together, proactively.
Gone is the writer's block,
there's no time to be aloof.
We must achieve perfection
and capture hearts fantastically.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2019)
PoetryShort poems of varying subjects and construction, but deep enough to be swallowed in. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. These were written mostly in the year 2019. Please feel free to leave any feedback...
