A pathetic attempt to find
a cliche yet catchy rhyme
A pathetic attempt to beautify
the scattered thoughts on my mind

A pathetic attempt to identify
the ins, the outs, the whats and the whys,
and the shortcuts, if any,
of life.

A pathetic attempt to reconcile
with my undeclared fears and
old enemies left behind

A pathetic attempt to confront myself
to question,
the same very direction
I once thought was well-defined

A pathetic attempt to unwind
to smile over the past
to repeat, recall and rewind
a distant memory
at the back of my mind

A pathetic attempt to fight
or in other light cases to satire
when I am oh-so-bloody tired
of fighting
and I decided
to retire

A pathetic attempt to object
to enlighten or corrupt
to decidedly  ignore
and to be left alone
when I can’t here no more
of a perfectionist
who failed to perfect

A pathetic attempt for space
for my ego to inflate
for my confusion to be shared
for my thoughts to be safe
from my other thoughts
that are closest to insane

A pathetic attempt to write
in a few counted lines
whatever one feels like
with no promised pace
with no intentionally-added spice
nor a single  trial
of  pretending to be nice!
–
gjoez
P.S: This is my “first true attempt” to write a poem in English. But that doesn’t mean that you pretend to be nice either