# I know not my worth

Author: Cris_Fireheart
Tags: Depression, Personal Redemption, Poetry, Real Life, Sin, art, happiness, pleasure

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.

I know not my worth;

I am worthless.

I live only for pleasure;

And nothing worth less.

I know not my goals,

For one who has none,

No purpose or privelege,

Only but fun.

I know not my sins;

I'm sure there are many;

And to all my kin,

A drink for a penny,

Of thought; enough

Or to raise up a cup;

Forgotten, besotten,

Yet still I wake up. 

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/rnaYo7on
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