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A Poet's Lament (Purged)
try too hard
it hurts more
when not good enough
when it comes easy
I have no control
still fear rejection
but something needs fill
an empty poet's soul
I could go insane
so when I empty
the red ventricles
like pockets spilling out
on your tables, I learn
what was hiding
what needs a purge
and it's not the words
try too hard
and they will never understand
my best is better
but can't find it in a pile
laid upon your bed-stand,
because it's stuck
in the beating vessel
plying inward seas, crying
for true souls who understand
a poor poet like me.
9.28.21
3.28.22 edit
a lonely boy/poet listening and enraptured by music from Cannons with new music hitting its stride. Fan forever because of Fire For You (on heavy rotation in my head).
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