This writing gets me nowhere
It’s just a bunch of words
Some will find great insight
Some find it absurd
I am no great poet
Nor shall I ever be
This is simply my recitation
Of the things I feel and see
Sometimes it is clever
Sometimes it is sad
Its just the way that I relate
All the feelings that’s I’ve had
Some find it insightful
Honest, and profound
Some just think it’s garbage
And proof that I’m unsound
I may not be published
And my words may be forgot
At least I got these lines out
Of what I felt and thought
When I’m gone here’s something
That I can leave behind
And give another this message
And offer them peace of mind
©2013 James Takeo
I love this. It perfectly describes how I feel about my own poetry. In fact, I kind of want to print this out and put it on my wall as a motto!
Feel free to!