Questionable Poem by Jodilee Duke

Questionable

Rating: 1.0


I feel
so tangled
my innards
want to come up and out,
but there's nothing
there to come out here.

I'm not wanting
to be,
I really
hate me.

Why can't I settle?

I'd like
to stick
the damn
knife throught,
but in morality logic
that would interpret settling.

There in turn
nothing would grow,
and I'd settle.

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