A Poem Of Nothing, 25/5/22.

Old documentation of a literary artwork about a year and 10 months ago.
There exists objective flaws, though it’s free-verse structure attempts to mitigate that, that ultimately bring down its quality. Lots of unnecessary rhyme schemes that are painfully and outrageously unsubtle in retrospect. Arguably one of my worst.
Whatever spirit existed within this work and time in my life has corroded, and the people present have likely forgotten this. Wish I could too. Wish I could forget a lot from that year. Unfortunately I am cursed with the recollection of it all.