as i flip the page, i saw how non-sense my work is. as i read the words, i realized how stupid i am. as i observe my pattern, i cursed myself with such ‘nonsense!’ nonsense. . . wait. that’s it. this actual written work i am creating now. this actual non-sense i am pouring right now.
this.
this is what my heart aches!
this is what my mind creates!
this is what my thought makes!
it's not that nonsense, i realized.
YOU ARE READING
a writer's tear can write a book
Poetry". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
