I promised
to keep quiet
but the words keep rising—
worthless
weak
a chorus I never chose.
So I write them down,
then strike them through,
as if crossing out
could silence the echo
worthless
weak
.
I promised
to keep quiet
but the words keep rising—
worthless
weak
a chorus I never chose.
So I write them down,
then strike them through,
as if crossing out
could silence the echo
worthless
weak
.