{"sf1_id":2180589,"sf2_id":"rnaYo7on","title":"I know not my worth","author":"Cris_Fireheart","words":70,"posted_at":"2024-09-20T11:16:21.000Z","tags":["Depression","Personal Redemption","Poetry","Real Life","Sin","art","happiness","pleasure"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2180589-i-know-not-my-worth","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rnaYo7on","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/a9/02/a9029c29-45a1-4c3f-acc5-924830cd2bde","description":"Just a bit of honesty. Poetry comes naturally to me, as do my novels. Only thing is I can type one on my phone, and I have no money to afford the computer for the other. I can't work. It's not an excuse. It simply is. And when I can write, it's because I'm gifted a keyboard and a net connection; stories and poetry flow from my heart.","content":"I know not my worth;\n\nI am worthless.\n\nI live only for pleasure;\n\nAnd nothing worth less.\n\nI know not my goals,\n\nFor one who has none,\n\nNo purpose or privelege,\n\nOnly but fun.\n\nI know not my sins;\n\nI'm sure there are many;\n\nAnd to all my kin,\n\nA drink for a penny,\n\nOf thought; enough\n\nOr to raise up a cup;\n\nForgotten, besotten,\n\nYet still I wake up.\u0026nbsp;","series":{"name":"Poetry, both old and new","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2180015-locked-inside.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2180641-a-drink-a-drink.json"}}