A PROOF OF CONTRA-DICTION
(unbreakable)
How can I write outside my
Locked in mind. I must break
My-self open, how can words
Do that? I can't write crusi-
Fiction my mind won't go there.
A Phantasia won't let me, aphasia-A poet without a voice, mumbling. I’m a bundle of contra-diction.
I’m letting this pome take me Nowhere I belong, living in pess- imism. Two wrongs can't make
A writer but I have a belief with-
In myself and that’s Nietzsche
Strong, unbreakable.
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