Myself-myself
a poem
Nov 3 · 1 min read
Myself has crowded myself
All the time that I’ve yearned
All the time that I’ve pleaded
All the times I’ve held on too tightly
Those things don’t help
They only serve to breed discomfort
They only served to make hard the emotions
Emotions that should flow freely
Like water when entrapped and frozen
Inside a rock held tight
That stone will split as the waters freeze
So my emotions have frozen
And my heart split as the rock
Not…


