My Life · POEMS

War behind my closed door

The life of a man who always tries his best. Collaborating with the ways of the world, being different than the rest. He knows the words he writes will be his emancipation. So he continues to strive dispite the procrastination. Gazing at himself in the mirror saying one word at a time. Later comforting himself with a shot of vodka and a lime. Today is the day he will make his word count. Tomorrow will be the day the check clears for an insane amount. Just do what others have done and harbor your talents. Put pen to paper and create your own balance.

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