*Work in Progress*

Or just work. No progress. I've been agonizing over this (for some reason). And I think I'll just leave it alone until later. Just. now...no.

Over and over again,

I've made that mistake

I haven't learned,

I refused to.

It's not something

Intrinsic to my

Nature

My Stubbornness

Miscalled determination

Only fears.

Only worries and doubts

~Only the nuances

Of synonyms

That keep me from

Expressing

If I can't name it

I can't come to terms

With what it is

What is it?

The End

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