Found Poem
Who decides what is bad writing?
Because, something I love, you hate.
One man's trash is another's treasure.
It’s all in our head because,
We’re
All
In
Our
Own
Heads
Why do we write?
The childish simplicity is lulling me to sleep.
I don’t want to decide if their life's work is meaningless.
We could be something, yet we do not leave.
What are we writing for?
Copyright © Kayla Evans | Year Posted 2018
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