Punishment
Childish babble flows
Perpetually from this hand
Nothing new, retreaded feelings
Punishment for this puny pride
So tired of trying again
To fall flat on my face
With pen to paper, failing
Just to write
Undeserving of this position
How did the bar get raised so high
Dug my own hole with these hands
To suffer, unable to live up to my image
I don't want to be an angel
I don't want to change the world
I just wanted to write something beautiful
Lay down, breath out, and die
About Me
- DrSketch
- If you've never heard of me before, how did you find your way here? Nevermind, doesn't matter. Everyone calls me Dr Sketch, and I write poetry. Some of it's happy, some of it's sad, not all of it is good, but I try to only put up the best of it on here. I'm not very "regular" about updating, but try to get one or two updates a week done...
1 comment:
WooHoo! I like them both hon. It's so good to read your work again!
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