all this work
all these years
pouring youth, soul, life
moments better spent otherwise
for moments underappreciated, undervalued
for the undeserved
now in silence, in age, in now
thinking about that before
realising it’s now the after
and that life left
does not accumulate
left life
ramblings
this was in my creative writing semester journal under the ekphrastic poem prompt
is it really a ekphrastic poem? idk you decide! (definitely said that in ERBOH voice, my age? showing)
like i said before poetry and all its rules scares me, not sure if i actually said scare but whatever, so the best way to tackle this fear is to throw myself in headfirst and uncaring of whether or not i actually end up doing the right thing
that may make people somewhat mad, may even make me somewhat mad but brotherman it is what is is
until next time!
leigh ann 
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