What No One Wants To Hear

the tree outside the window

blocking the sun

plasters my bedroom wall

with ugly dark patches

like damp

seeping from open sores

of a canvas that’s seen far too much

of the ugliness within me

–– 07/03/18

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If you’re a frequent reader of my blog, you may be a little confused right now. You might be thinking, ‘poetry?! that’s not what normally happens here’. And yeah, you’d be right, so I’m sorry if this has thrown you off. This is the first time I’m sharing poetry (and writing it in any serious way, for that matter), so I’m not too sure how it’s going to go down. I don’t really know what I’m doing with poetry, so please don’t judge too harshly; the best way to learn is to experiment and put it out there for feedback, right?

To be honest, it makes me incredibly nervous to share this type of writing as I have very little confidence when it comes to writing poems. I thought I’d push myself out of my comfort zone today by posting this, so please let me know if you’d like to read more, or if you’d rather I stick with my other posts!

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