I am incapable of writing
So don't try to convince me that  
I possess countless poetic ideas.

Because at the end of the day,  
I see only failures in every attempt.  
And I'm not about to lie by saying that  
each setback helps me along.

Because no matter what,  
                        I feel trapped in a cycle of mediocrity.                        
And I am in no position to believe that  
true inspiration dwells within me.

For even in my darkest musings,  
Am I as uninspired as my doubts proclaim?

Do you write
pretty words
with a message
unchanged

Does intent
leave you vacant
the darkness
sustained

Do you ponder
and flirt
in a language
affair

Do you kiss
and then tell
without promise
or care

Do you vow
to do better
with love
on reprieve

Does your heart
leave you jilted
next breath
— to deceive

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)