And in the fleeting feeling of

not wanting to speak and falling asleep induced

for mere minutes by the two rolled sticks of chemical sawdust

followed by a good cup of coffee that was for some reason losing its appeal is it never normally would have

I felt like someone besides myself

and that person was not a person I liked

And much rather would I have been myself

And not had to vomit my brains out


when instead I could have been enjoying what should have could have would have been a 

different night

But nonetheless

20th century romanticism killed the cat 

once again





Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741