I crossed out the words so many times
and flipped the page over
to start fresh on new lines.
A poem about things
is too general it seems
and doesn’t hit home
but is more like internet memes.
A laugh from the back
and a vacant stare
are all I could win
with words written so bare.
I can’t let it out
but I can’t keep it in
so where do I stand
to hide from the Devil’s grin?
Autumn Siders 