Late Night PoemA Poem by BlackbirdSquawkThe sounds don't sound right. The words don’t quite match. My voice isn’t what it should be. And my body isn’t what it was. The self that talks is negative, But it dreams of optimism. I am not what I want to be. But I am who I am. I don’t love myself. There are only two ways out. Getting better, in sickness and in health. Or throwing in the towel and crying uncle. © 2023 Blackbird |
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1 Review 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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