I Am...
I am, I am,
I am the leaky faucet of a bathroom sink, always being promised to be fixed
I am, I am,
I am a cold glass of water, hitting your teeth once you take a sip and making you cringe at discomfort
I am, I am,
I am the smudged, illegible notes on your paper, the same notes you swear you can read when someone asks you what you wrote
I am, I am
I am confliciting, I am a nuisance
I can be, I will be, something different,
in time
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.