I wasn't
to be.
I was supposed to be
nothing.
But I'm here.
I'm not
nothing.
I'm something
though
I'm not supposed
to be.
Maybe that's why
I feel
nothing.
YOU ARE READING
Little Black Notebook
PoetryDrowning in this incomprehensible, nonsensical darkness that tries to take over me, I release my filtered thoughts upon paper in an attempt to be set free.
