Poem #71: Bottomless Well

Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on September 18th of 2018. I am currently posting a new poem to my patreon account each day for patron exclusive reading and on this blog one week later for public viewing. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.

Though my creativity seems like a bottomless well, it is shorter than most can tell.

I appear all the wiser than I actually am. All my wisdom played forth in a single hand.

Wearing the mask until it becomes the true me. All that I love is bound to my duty.

My inspiration is often dry as the bucket is lifted half empty up from nothing.

Half full of the eyes left to wilt in the air of the night.

I’m stronger than I appear, but weaker in all sincere.

My legs give out and my arms twist. My ankles bend back and eyeballs drift.

Despite all and everything I don’t fall I stand. Don’t mistake it for resilience though as it’s not because I don’t want to fall… but because I can’t.

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