peom

poetry frightens me...so, i thought i'd give it a go

i find myself stressed
over the idea of poems
and such.

i find myself irritated
over the car being towed
with no reason
being stranded doesn’t make me
smile.

i find myself stewing
debt
cat litter needs changing

i’m fat

i find myself grinding teeth
and smoking far too much

poetry is beyond me
beyond my thought process
beyond my knowledge of how to craft
words

it's torture
i struggle and
my insides heave

in the midst of
a dry birth
i scream

it's done.