no one read my work
no one likes my piece
no one take moment to listen
i am no one
i am not good enough
i am not a work of art
my work is useless
im tired to mask myself
i just want to let go.
float
fly
die
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Garden for Funeral
HumorA free verse poem. Thoughts that occupy the heart, mind, and soul. A collective experience of the mind written in words. One can relate and one can not.
