Lone & forgotten creature, got nothing really to do,
So I wake up all night, keep thinking about you.
Life turned funny, & I turned rude,
& like a worm in the apple, Oh Gosh I just screwed.
Last night I was a poet; today I’m just a moron,
Writer by hobby, brooder by profession.
The dreams were so high, & I had worked so hard,
I proved myself, & then just fell apart.
Incomplete poems, & undone dreams,
Tears that cut like a laser beam.
Unspoken to & forever alone,
My life has turned out to be an unpicked phone.
Vocabulary murdered, skills lost,
I think my life has double crossed.
Angry…
Tired…
Lone !!
Brilliant
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