Poetry

I, Flotsam

I,

the #flotsam that braves the storm,

that exists,

that survives,

only to observe from outside my own window,

to watch me make the same mistakes

and call it life.

The rubbish

that fills the junkyard in my head,

soul,

heart…

art.

Me,

watching from the outside.

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