I Am Dying Of My Own Obscurity Poem by Shalom Freedman

I Am Dying Of My Own Obscurity



I AM DYING OF MY OWN OBSCURITY

I am dying of my own Obscurity
I am dying of my own Mediocrity
I am dying of my own Failure
I am dying of my own Nothingness
I am laughing at my own Obscurity
I am wincing at my own Mediocrity
I am regretting my own Failure
I am smiling at my own Nothingness
I am laughing at my own self- importance
I am happy to be alive
I am glad I am able to write these few lines now
I know I have all these mixed- up contradictory feelings
I feel a bit better now after writing this-

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Leslie Philibert 22 March 2013

Not too sure about the way you capitalise, don`t understand the system ( proper nouns?) , and the I am bores quickly

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Douglas Scotney 22 March 2013

2276 poems and this is the first one of yours I've read. It's a good start.

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