ego trip

i have
dirty little secrets
tucked away
revolting
wanting air
unsatisfied
behind closed doors
words
no deeds
bored in here
waiting for fame
they clamor
climbing higher
shake me off!
and disappear

Posted on 05/22/2018 Posted in PoetryTagged dreamscapes, fame, listening well, mental well-being, muse, relationships, this writing life, voice

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