More personal poetry

I don’t make a lot of poetry about myself, it’s hard to express stuff without being behind the mask of a character, but I think this one is pretty good!! Lots of vague meanings behind all the lines in this one

Dragging my feet, to a place next

I don’t care to be

Even the poetry is drab

Even when it’s hard to grasp

Dragging my feet down the stairs

at last. Though now I don’t care to be.

What techniques show being stuck

in a pink vessel? I’m unconcerned

at time of writing. Dragging my feet

along the path, flattening your prints

If you can’t see, really, neither of us care.

Along, along, to be one with nature,

facing the few stars available to wish for.

face the sky that you’ll see me in now.