Feeling empty am I,
Hunting and finding some good inspiration.
Searching high and low,
Nook and cranny but to no avail.
Feeling insane am I,
Getting my really annoying writer's block,
Reaching out to the horizon,
Thinking of political issues across the globe.
Feeling aesthetic am I,
Gesturing to my scrapbook,
Flipping through it,
Like some wondered tourist.
Feeling peculiar am I,
Hitting my wrecked mind with strange ideas,
Writing some nonsense poetry,
About losing inspiration.
Feeling accomplished am I,
Finishing this up,
Typing my last few words,
With a fine little touch.
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Collection
PoetryA series of poems (+poetic analasis) as I went on with my life. *Contains mainly deppressing poems*
