I crossed out the words so many times
and flipped the page over
to start fresh on new lines.

A poem about things
is too general it seems
and doesn’t hit home
but is more like internet memes.
A laugh from the back
and a vacant stare
are all I could win
with words written so bare.

I can’t let it out
but I can’t keep it in
so where do I stand
to hide from the Devil’s grin?

© Autumn Siders 2018

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.