DecayA Poem by BlackbirdChirpBeen writing poetry in my head at night, But none of it seems to come out right. So I might as well stop, And hide under my bed before the truth talks. It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything good, So maybe I’ve peaked before anyone’s even taken a look. That’s okay, it’s not like it’s a stable career path anyway, But if it won’t come out right here, Or there, What I’ve said and what you’ve heard, In my voice or through the written word, Then where can I express myself in a way that doesn’t make me want to wither into dust and clutter; Debris and decay? If I can’t communicate or understand how to be understood, Will I ever be more than a person who never could? © 2023 BlackbirdReviews
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3 Reviews Added on September 25, 2023 Last Updated on December 6, 2023 AuthorBlackbirdCanadaAboutThey say to write what you know, so I guess I won't be saying all that much. more..Writing
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