claws: a random poetic interlude

doubt creeps in,
claws come out.

the well is dry? dig deeper.
too noisy? try earplugs.
clearly visible? put on glasses.

you're in it now.
and what for?
whyfor?
whither goes ye?

Nowhere? Just going to keep doing this then?
Alright, tell me how that works out for you.
Oh, it doesn't? Huh, weird.
Disparaging won't help.
Be compassionate to yourself and others.
Do only whats good.
Listen to your grandmother.
Keep. Your claws. OFF of them!

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An attempt at poetry.

a poem

This is what was going though that strange brain.