Creative Writing With The Same Thoughts

Playing Card

Call me East of the Sun

I never had it right

When the sunset is done

We can have another fight

It gets, dark quick

Vividly, I remember remembering,

Whats it to me? Hazy all the memories, its unsettling!

And the truth of it is

Im a clown, a Jesters card

Put me to the flame keep me lit and tear me apart

Watch me resurface with a hole in my heart

Transformed, Ive always been a Jack of all trades

Useless at nothing subpar at something lesser than the Queen 

Theres no Jack n Jill to get up this hill

Theres no point in being a shoe to fill

Im fighting my own design

Everything it takes, this time

Everything it takes is mine

This hair isnt mine

This ink isnt mine

The sun isnt mine

My parents surely arent mine

You own something I own nothing, thats the way it is

I owe something, we all owe something, I wonder what it is

I wonder what it is

Do you wonder what it is?