Sincerity
You think that because I pour my feelings on to the page, that I can not really feel. You think that shallow self aggrandisement leads me to this. You think that in sharing my pathos is divided. You think wrong of me, misunderstand the need to express to self, these hidden bits. You misquote how I share to feel not alone, to not drown in incomprehensible sensation. You do not see the life line – my lines of text thrown to others, merely a life line, like me, like you – the Selfish poet you say. The apathetic artist growing fat on self indulgence. I ask Just look at the messages that are scattering at your feet. Maybe one day you will actually look before we are dead.
Posted: Wednesday, April 28th, 2021 @ 9:06 pm
Categories: Poems.
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