Moving On:

I now doubt myself

Doubt that I can continue

Doubt that I can

Live up to the name

I've made for myself

I live in a shroud

My mind blank

My pen, empty

My heart, just

Repeating emotions and

Fluids

Repeating and

Circling over

And over

Again

Something

Things with

Far more volume

Than something

Simple as

This flow

They heap

And pile

Up at my

Feet

Shall I go on

Selling myself

Short?

Or shall I move on?

Moving on is

Hard as it is painful

Is it my time to move on?