I thought I wouldn't be stuck here
thinking of what to write
what to tell
with suppressed
unfortunate thoughts of failure
punching in one letter
at a time
with fears of failing you
instead of myself
those words and words and words
are pulling my nerves
I know they will devour you
before they
kill me
I would rather I go first
with my protests
on paper
before you acknowledge
their imperfections
I am success inverted
metaphorically speaking I hope
but only in my mind
failure again
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