hush.

Creative Writing, Journal, Personal, Poetry

Wishing I were more competent,
Reality seeping into my expectations.
A brave new world, doused in complications.

“Look at me,” I’m screaming –
Drawing attention to my ever-nearing fate.
Blindly dancing toward the cliff,
no one saying a thing.

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