Poetry 01: "What I am Not"

I wanted to write a poem that encapsulated the struggles of writers without directly alluding it to their actual titles.

I am not a poem

I am bleeding knuckles, 

I am nursing a bottle of wine

I am empty coffee cups and their stamped rings on blank paper

I am stolen pens, borrowed words, lost intentions

I am not a poet

– A verbose vagabond who wields no story

I am thankless nights

Empty applause at dive bars

Drinking obscurity,

 breathing Rejection letters in crisp C5’s

I am sleepless and slept

I am not  poetry

Theatricals, dramatics,

Drunk on nothing,

On the brink of everything