I’m afraid my mind is running dry of inspiration every time
I judge myself so no one else has to do that for me!
Where do I stand in the world raving about self-love?
Where maybe my goal is self-preservation
I’m no Eliot who can say that “April is the cruellest month”
However, living in denial offers no peace either
Like rain-clouds on a sunny day they overcast my mind, body and personality
Or is it that am I just too moody?!
They say sarcasm is for winners, so I take the path of self-deprecating humour
Haunting my mind and covering up my real feelings in tandem
Some say my creativity is heavily inspired
And I pretend I do not know what it means, but I do!
Or maybe it was just another autosuggestion by my own mind?!
Am I confused or just plain stupid...or is it that I am neither
Lack of clarity kills more than any other known disease and more so in my case…
Never feeling complete is my story...I’m a yin without yang or maybe the other way around
Pardon my sloppy verse because we are all just a little bit left behind
I fear not failure since perfection is a losing game...
I’m so bad at doing many things at once yet that is what calls my name every time
As a stupid idealistic this is my life where poetic justice is by far just a dream
I know my verses lack rhyme
And in the world of poetry, this is a but a true crime…
Wonderfully Penned:)