Don’t Waste Time On This Poem Poem by Stephen Martin II

What is the worth,
Of the words I jot down?
As they jog through my mind
Though they seem so profound

When I get them on paper
They’re little more than a thought
If you stumbled upon this
Turn away like I want

Don’t waste time on this poem
It’s just a pawn in my game
That I play against no one
In the ghost of a dream

That I can’t call a daydream
Cause it comes late at night
When I lie awake looking
For the next step in life

I call myself a poet
But I know this is a lie
Cause I write obscure nothings
In this notebook of mine

I keep it from others
Locked deep in my cave
In a fire proof box
I hide the results of my game

I am not a poet
I am not profound
This page will be recycled
Once I am in the ground