A Poem

Are you ever disgusted by yourself,
And unable to properly express
How moments of shame defined your day?

Failure, the feeling of it hanging over your eyeballs.
It’s not that you didn’t try
It’s that you did and nothing came of it.

Over. And Over.

-M. Taggart

This has nothing to do with writing. Writing juices its freedom down my chin with my beer.

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