When life overwhelms me,
as is the case much too often nowadays,
the only release is tears, or words,
now, my tears are worthless,
as is generally the case,
but at least I try to make my words mean something.
i try to make my words rhyme,
but they don’t do all the time,
and then i just sound silly.
when i begin a new poem,
my emotions are as deep as the fathomless sea.
but when i put my poem into words,
these words, they are nothing but borrowed moments,
i don’t know why i bother to write, when it would just be better to cry.