Trying to be humanA Poem by T.S. Ulmus"Tryin' to be human" was a line from a Kerouac poem that inspired me.
How did I get all the skin on me?
Seem to be full of gutty-what's. How should I know what to be? Breathing, seeing and feeling cuts. Who decided I should exist? Everyday I eat and poop? I tried and tried but can't resist This unending banal loop. Trying to be human Seems to be the only choice Cursed with bitter acumen, At least I have a tiny voice. To cry out in futility In the chaos and the smoke. A worthless token of a plea From the fleshy and the broke. © 2020 T.S. UlmusReviews
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Added on August 10, 2020Last Updated on August 10, 2020 AuthorT.S. UlmusBennet, NEAboutI try to swerve into a curve that's not rutted by the thoughts of others while clearing the obstacles of the mundane. I like receiving read requests for poetry, but... ya know, good stuff. more..Writing
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