Yo. So...a few months ago I wrote a poem for a contest. And then...I forgot to enter the contest.
I just found the poem. I'm laughing because I don't even remember if the contest had a topic.
So, either I was in a really bad mood when I wrote this.....or the topic wasn't a super happy one....
Hello, dismal existence.
I can't plant flowers anymore.
It is too ugly here,
I wrote a letter to hopeful future,
but the letter was returned
and now I only taste despair.
Oh. No thank you, dismal existence.
I have no need for flowered words.
Please tell poetry to leave a message.
Well, if poetry wishes to live inside of me
then there must be room for
Because it is ugly here,
Let us tell loneliness to pack up and
Then maybe we will see the sun
behind the clouds.
I'll write hopeful future an email.
I think you are right, dismal existence.
It's time we took a break.
It's time we went our separate ways.