I AM DYING OF MY OWN OBSCURITY
I am dying of my own Obscurity
I am dying of my own Mediocrity
I am dying of my own Failure
I am dying of my own Nothingness
I am laughing at my own Obscurity
I am wincing at my own Mediocrity
I am regretting my own Failure
I am smiling at my own Nothingness
I am laughing at my own self- importance
I am happy to be alive
I am glad I am able to write these few lines now
I know I have all these mixed- up contradictory feelings
I feel a bit better now after writing this-
2276 poems and this is the first one of yours I've read. It's a good start.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not too sure about the way you capitalise, don`t understand the system ( proper nouns?) , and the I am bores quickly