The poetry prompt for day 2 is to write a poem that tells a lie. Yikes. This was a difficult one. Really difficult. I ended up staring at a blank screen for hours. Really. It was horrible. So this is the result of that horrible-ness. Not my best work–and that’s not a lie.
I’ve got it all figured out.
No questions about where I’m going.
No doubts about what I’m doing.
I know what I want.
And I know how to get there.
That’s a lie.
I have so many questions!
Sometimes I just want to ask, ‘Why?‘
I have doubts and fears–
Life is not as easy as it appears.
And writing this poem while to the prompt trying to adhere
Has resulted in a work which is more than a little queer,
Hate it. Love it. Share your thoughts with me below.