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Skim The Letters

A poem

By Conor MatthewsPublished 3 months ago 1 min read
Skim The Letters
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Aching arches of smiles while away my time,

Excruciatingly patronising and pedantic,

Reassuring themselves but never I,

That I believe they like my rhyme.

Sent back out into the world of defeat,

I return with noncommittal nods,

To friends and family I can't disappoint,

Who I can never let hear me bleat.

An audience of a wall I crash into before,

I prepare for the the next whirling blow,

A stunt man readying his canon,

Using my helmet to knock on every door.

A real job is always there,

Waiting for me to take,

One of modest means and steady work,

Something I'll endure but never care.

But I will be worse off than now,

Hurt and scorned and sliced by letters,

Envious and cruel and jealous,

Of those that make me wonder how.

I have no way to win this fight,

No assurance I will survive,

But try, try, try, try, try and more;

That is our Sisyphean plight.

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About the Creator

Conor Matthews

Writer. Opinions are my own. https://ko-fi.com/conormatthews

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran3 months ago

    This was extremely powerful! Loved your poem!

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