I should be used to this by now.
But my mind says yes and my heart says no.
I feel significantly useless.
Even though I know I was brought here to do something.
And honestly, that purpose is lost deep inside the jungles of my soul.
I too am lost and helpless,
Like the dog in the shuttlebox.
I have to endure the inescapable pain, like the dog does.
Even my sanity is going insane because it's trying to make me appear normal.
It won't be long before I crumple.
It won't be long before I shut myself down.
YOU ARE READING
Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
