Unreadable

Unsure that my words
Will mean a thing
To those that elect to read
The choices I have
Slaved to create
On the blank page
Now scribbled on
And messy

Take all my words
Rip them into little shreds
Of life and form
And happenings that could be
And throw them like confetti
All around me
So that I should know
How unacceptable
And staid
And unreadable
My attempts actually are

My chest is gripped
With cold uncertainty
Tightening my lungs
And wheezing my breath
As I think how
I thought things could be