angst cycle (iii) — [X] (iv)

it’s my turn
to wonder
if I should abandon
poetry

it’s deep within in
but so are these wounds
they are connected
shadow the same place

i can move
across

back to music
but that reuses poetry

across to photography
but that reuses poetry

i can abandon
i can’t

i can write
but in silence

but i can’t

there’s little reason to exist
without creation

i wonder
but without is darker
than with