Least Read Poems About Feeling Lost

Seeding


Finding the spot to hoe
Got to put it in a row
Barred the seed

Put in a pole
To mark what in the row
Pussy willows

Again a pole
Marked
Passion fruit

Again a pole
Marked
Sweet pees

Again a pole
Marked
Forbidden fruit

Again a pole
Marked
Sweet cherries

Again a pole
Marked
Fucking hands off Cummings only

By hackerstacker

As I endure alone, I think.
Shadows flow around me, taunting.
Frightened words do not formulate.
I am left drowning in the ink.

Bold thoughts gather but quickly shrink.
The effort put forth is daunting.
Words pile up, becoming dead weight.
I am left drowning in the ink.

Hoping to see, I do not blink.
I gaze, and it leaves me wanting.
Why does my expression negate?
I am left drowning in the ink.

Steadily I silently sink.
Formless expression is haunting,
and the words become serrated.
I am left drowning...