I’m sorry.
*
I just can’t write today.
I’m burnt down, stressed out,
and maybe you can relate.
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I’ve been shifting words for hours,
creating a mishmash
of messy meter, uncooked metaphors
and images that clash.
*
Paging Dr. Frankenstein,
teach me how to sew
broken
stanzas
back together,
or maybe Dr. Seuss knows.
*
Instead of tearing out my hair,
I sit bitterly and stare
at singsong rhymes
until I want to cry
*
because you’re worth it.
*
Hopefully soon,
I’ll write you
a ballad of deceit and bravery,
recall tales of the voracious muse,
lords of runes,
and pirates lording the sea.
*
But I am starved of something undefined,
and for all that is right,
I hope this monster never sees the light.
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Sam Eliza Green
Wayward soul, who finds belonging in the eerie and bittersweet. Poetry, short stories, and epics. Stay a while if you're struggling to feel understood. There's a place for you here.
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Glad you let us peek under the bed and find this delightful monster.