Words mean everything
In poetry,
Just to nobody.
I don't want to listen
Or have to pay Attention
To anything...
I'm still drifting
Like a
Rough Draft...
I'm never finishing.
This poem will never be
Edited
Because I'm too lazy to
Finish it.
Not because it's good as it is.
The truth,
No one...
Not even other poets
Read this shit.
And I'm still hoping to gain
Something out of it.
It's just for me.
And let's face it,
That's nobody.
©lunarmarie
L