Sometimes when I’m bored or desperate to create, I open my Poem-A-Day book, turn to a random page, and free-write. This time around it was “Do your best to write the worst poem ever.”
The Worst Poem Ever
I want to write a poem,
but I can’t
because poems are feelings,
and I’m numb.
I crave only stillness now,
yet discord is everywhere,
and emotions don’t belong
in an unhinged world.
I used to carry everything.
anger joy sadness disgust fear anxiety embarrassment remorse inspiration nostalgia pity [insert any other emotion you can come up with here]
When did everything become nothing?
When did levity become heavy?
I feel nothing
and maybe I am.
*Image by cromaconceptovisual from Pixabay.