journal · poetry

Unoriginal

I stumble in between the lines
of envy and admiration
Trying to be great –
better –
good.
Trying to be anything worthy.
When everything I am falls short,
all I thought I was
dismissible –
forgettable –
second par
to all you’ve ever known.
I have been tried
and I have been found wanting –
bromidic –
banal –
and feeling
…so unoriginal.

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