Poems I Write
Any type of poem I write
Breaks my mind of the
Concrete that it sits in
Delivering myself a headache that
Erodes my brain which often
Finds me with nothing to
Gestate into a creation of write that is
Hidden among the muddled words and letters
Into a form no particular order,
Juggling in an attempt to gain sense of the muddle I
Keep within my head, I soon
Learn that
My poetry skills are limited.
Noticeably it shows as amaturish, if
Only I had the abilities to
Piece together words into something that might
Qualify me as a form of poet.
Reading back
Something
That I have created
Undermining myself with little
Value
Wondering if an
X-ray of what is inside my mind would reveal
Yodels of verse that
Zig zags erractically inside
14th August 2020
Copyright © Emilia James | Year Posted 2020
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