Twelve Days And Counting…

As the end

Draws ever near

I have to say

I’m feeling the fear

What will I do

If I don’t write

What will I do

With all this spite?


Pens Down

Nothing lasts

Forever

You know

Not you

Not me

And certainly not my poetry

(Originally Posted 17.02.2021)

2023

As I have beaten

My adversary

This will all end

In February


How Long?

How long
can you
go on
writing

When
your only
inspiration
is spite?

And now
you’ve had
to start
forgiving

So that
you can
sleep
at night

(Originally Posted 07.01.2020)

In My Little Corner Of The Internet

Even when

I’m dead and gone

I know now my words

Will always live on


Indelible

The words
I write
may well
be stark

For they
are made
to leave
their mark

Upon your
weak and
thready
heart

Forever

(Originally Posted 12.12.2019)

Three Months Left

I cannot continue forever

In fact I’m nearly spent

But there will always others

Who will use this place to vent


‘Want’

An artist for the ages

Your words leave me floored

What else is there to say?

Other than please, give me more

(Originally Posted 25.10.2020)

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