I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Month: December 2021
Take good notes.
12/10/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on December 9, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
I try not to pay attention
to the time. I realize you
simply can’t ignore facts
or pretend reality does
not exist, but I’ll attempt
to overlook my difficulties
for as long as I can.
12/09/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on December 8, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
A day never goes by without judgment.
Honestly.
Responsibility denied,
so who is to blame?
No matter.
No reason.
No accountability, no name,
who is to say?
How are you to know?
Self-doubt.
Self-sufficient
or selfish.
Any way you look at it.
It’s him.
Apathy or fear?
Look in the mirror.
Look deeper.
What do you doubt? Who?
@ 2021 j.g. lewis
