Have you a poem for my wounded spirit? I went to bed a hopeful child and woke up an adult with a broken dream.
Have you a poem for my sullen ego?
Sun rose with my smile
and set on my inadequacies
Have you a poem for days motivational messages fill my face with rage?
Have you a poem for the days you feel like a little carefree kid trapped in an adult’s body?
Have you a poem for the days
the city tries to kill me in the middle
of a poorly ventilated dark room,
sorting through emails,
hoping to squeeze currencies
out of words?
Have you a poem for the continuous lows?
Have you a poem for when
there are no poems?