Few days ago I wrote two poems about this topic. It's a collection of lines I thought of, but also for this one it's about having negative thoughts, and doubting how good you are..
Nothing to give besides these silly lines of mine
Nothing to hold besides my heart mines
Like mineworkers, I dig for gold
Which will be sold for the price of being old
How much does one line cost?
Maybe an experience? Or a lesson read?
Maybe a flight to the limitless?
“Enough with the soulless chat, don’t lose focus”
I ascend to the next level with the help of Otis
Free ads for the wealthy, now that’s bogus
Maybe like those line that I notice
Maybe it is all, with the words that I googled?
“Enough with the depression. Ascend with your motives”
I write with one pen to the thoughts, with the minerals I sought
Nothing but mindless drought, through the ink of the light
Or maybe if I use my own blood, it’ll reach the might
“Sucker for pain? Is this what you call justice?"
A delicate flower I might be, but that’s me being Lotus
But what do you expect? From the words of the person with two ages
Was it twenty one or twenty? Let me settle and count my pilots
“Take a settle alright. Are you in a mine or a limitless space?”
What if they were both, the heart is nothing but the ace
Collecting many trophies, like an Arab collect ice
‘Fill it up’ he’d say, can’t bear the heat
Besides, who claimed the need?
For a place with an opening to end
It’s nothing but an ever-growing seed
A poet without labels, a Saxophonist without reeds
That’s what I am