It’s not like I read much
Still trying to put words down
And excel toward meaning
Support is what I ask
For this endeavor as small man’s dream
Caught up in someone else’s
Supposing it for naught
Today is all I have left
This sky of paper and letters
Crying out for recognition
Slowly dying to find a home

This article appears in February 2018.

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