The inky black of a rubbish bin
Has the same tint as in my head
The fog of musty, decomposing things such as
The words I've never wished I said
The thoughts
And the feelings to pair
I don't know why I quite bother anymore
This steamboat's converting to coal
[Authors Note] I started this about three years ago and I dont feel like finishing it
YOU ARE READING
This is[n't] it
Poetry2021 note- This is more of an archive of old poetry now =) I like poetry. This is my first time doing something public, if not anonymously. I appreciate feedback, as long as it's constructive criticism. Any tips for getting a vague feeling out onto...
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