Not a Poem
1 min readJan 24, 2018
this is not the poem I began to write.
this is the poem that got written.
this is not the hunger I wanted to fight.
this is the apple that got bitten.
this is not the pen and ink I chose.
this is the white page I left behind.
this is the river of dust that rose.
this is the diamond I could never find.
this is not the world I wanted to make.
this world came to me by magic.
this is not the life I wanted to fake.
this end will inevitably be tragic.
this is that and always that I shall miss.
this mystery slips in a speck of sand.
this is who I am and who I am is this.
this is a poem I just don’t understand.
