365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Thirty-Eight

sick today.
one of many.
turn it around.
then fall again.
goals gone.
mind twisted.
on things uncontrollable.
the band plays on.
without me, I do not.
deserve anything,
unable to work.
unable to breathe.
lost in an emptiness I cannot fill.
will to live gone, broken.
by my own actions,
by my own misconceptions.
by the flaws that are all I am.


About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

One response to “365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Thirty-Eight

  • sybax

    All your flaws are not who you are
    From the valley you dwell in you can’t see the sea
    Because treacherous slopes and sheer rock faces shorten the view
    And anyway this river is long and its mouth is too far
    Take my hand though, close your eyes, and walk a little with me
    Let me lead you while you tell me a story about the great blue
    And I will tell you your blessings are great and your flaws, they are few

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