What Are You Trying to Say?
And so goes the final bit,
Another quick bow as I indulge another hit
I have a noose that’s been sitting inside my closet
Three months in,
And I don’t know, I don’t know
The feeling has been weighing me in
I cannot afford to feel new again
By then, by then
I still wouldn’t know
I still wouldn’t know where to begin
This poem is about:
Our world