Sometimes I wonder
what's the point.
When I try,
it doesn't end well.
When I don't try,
the same results are reaped.
If I'm clearly
not meant for it,
what's the point?
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.
