I don't mind writing them, I guess. It's more like... it's hard to put so much work into things, even things you enjoy, and have no positive outcomes.

(4/4) #poetry
Now thirty three, I stop to see
The many things I’ve tried
When just the news I tied my shoes
Could leave me satisfied

(3/4) #poetry
At eighteen years, I changed careers
In fact, I changed them twice
But neither stuck with just my luck
And time to sacrifice

At twenty five, somehow alive
I strived to do my best
But what was left when best bereft
And life an endless test?

(2/4) #poetry
When I was nine, I drank the wine
My pastor proffered me
With sinful taste and sins erased
I saw all I could be

At age thirteen, two-parts caffeine
I always hit my marks
My classes As, my mind a maze
Of powder kegs and sparks

(2/4)
When I was nine, I drank the wine
My pastor proffered me
With sinful taste and sins erased
I saw all I could be

At age thirteen, two-parts caffeine
I always hit my marks
My classes As, my mind a maze
Of powder kegs and sparks