The Unpublished Poems

~tired~

There's a time and place where everything you look for begins to crumble 

But shh, don't fear 

Even when you grow tired

I'll still be here 

Right were I promised I would be 

There was a time and place where my world revolved around words 

Even more so 

Staring at the word count in the corner 

Hoping it would go higher, and higher still

So I could feel something, anything at all 

Accomplished, maybe

In a way things still do

But maybe not 

I'm too caught in between what was and what is, 

And what could be 

To let all these thoughts bounce off of each other, 

Seperate 

But the same 

Deep down 

I'll sit down here, I'll carve this place here

And I'll try not to let my doubts rule my life

Focus on relief 

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more thoughts 

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