The Ship Named Confidence Sinks...

I am beginning to wonder: where did it all go wrong? My words twist into themselves and fall flat. Tied limbs of tongue carry no punch, or kick. I can't help myself. Again, I am but a pure shadow of myself. Literarily. There is no searching light. Only blindness. In mind's eye.

The ship named Confidence sinks, hitting some icebergs near the promised land of poets. Perhaps, but perhaps, I am the outsider, never belong.

Last Words

My words twist into themselves,

fall flat. Tied limbs

of tongue carry no punch,

or kick. There is no searching

light, only blindness

in mind's eye.