Based on a friends lament about not being good enough for …..
I walk in the night
damaged and not right
wondering what’s the purpose of life
It’s out of control
rat’s attack me from holes
and their teeth cut like a knife
Unproductive impatient irresponsible it’s true,
I never seem to be able to accomplish what I set out to do,
My life is full of strife
But what hurts the worst
is the matter of birth
and why I’ll never be fit to be a wife
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!
