"Come on!
Where's your self-confidence?"
Self-confidence?
I really don't know.
Sometimes,
it embraces me,
holding me tight,
as though it'll never
go.
Then it
disappears,
for weeks,
months,
before popping its head
back in again.
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.
