• foreverseptember 26w

    Self Portrait

    All you ever know of me,
    Are these unrequited verses,
    Words and paradigmatic plays,
    Of imagination and it's curses,
    I'm a shell inside a dictionary,
    Prophetic prose, all withstanding,
    Any real toying of sincerity,
    Who knows where my aim is landing?
    I'm a measure of my latest fix,
    To throw darts I've made of paper,
    Maybe some may even stick,
    But I'll live to regret it later,
    I wish I wasn't such a vacuum,
    I'd hope to change this torrid path,
    But this is all I'll ever be,
    Words that someday, will all pass.
    ©foreverseptember