“My Second Third Fourth Thoughts”

Is poetry wasted on me
Moreso
The proper question is
Is it brazen of me
To call myself a poet
After all
I do not have any training
I just arrange words
Then read them outloud
For the umpteenth time
Editting it as if I am going crazy
That is only because
I am searching for what sounds
Like an honest representation
Of what I am trying to vocalize
After following up on
What I have observed
Or
How I am feeling
Giving my truth on a situation
But I ask
Could this be my madness
Am I writing things with any meaning
Are people understanding
The images I am trying to convey
If not
Then
I do not know what am I doing
And
This presistant demon
Who whispers to me
Casting doubt
Into the confident waters
Is becoming a problem
Causing me to question
A few people who said
Writing is my calling
I need to know from the masses
Are they
Trying to not hurt my feelings
By lying
Because
I do not want to be looked upon
As a fraud
A wack a doodle
Or
A foolish person
Tell me
Will I walk amongst the established
The ones not yet dead
And
Passionately writing
With followers
Who do not unfollow
After one bad poem
I want the loyal readers
Who are eager to read
And
Return over and over again
Because
They see a diamond in the rough
And
Think I am on the way to greatness
Of being a famous poet

Yellowbonewonda

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