Truth Of The Matter Is – Day 292, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Lately,
All of my poems have been getting shorter.
There’s just not much to say having the same pot of rice and beans everyday.
Feeling my bones tremble a bit longer as I hold the weight of my loneliness on my shoulders.
What else is there to mention besides the gargantuan stake piercing through my gut everyday I wake up?
Pain no one feels worthy enough to be stained by,
Keeping distant from where blood drips…
While I swim inside of my own pool of sorrows,
I can’t help,
But,
Feel grateful for the ink I drown my frowns inside of.
For this opportunity to be honest,
Instead of lying to anyone trying to find some sort of truth in this world seemingly made by plastic.
I’m,
Just not happy…
But,
I’d rather write it down other than scorn myself for what I’ve done to,
Myself…