Sticking To What I Know

Mostly I write poems

About depression, death and heartache

Yet sometimes I write poems, it seems,

Just for writing’s sake

This was one of those poems

Even now it doesn’t make much sense

Though I had just watched Braveheart (again)

If that’s any kind of defence


Masterplan

The
candle
grows
dimmer

As my
patience
wears
thinner

Whilst
I wait
for the
steel
to bolt

My
temper
a simmer

As
you
think
you’re
the
winner

Yet I
plan my
peasants’
revolt

(Originally Posted 25.08.2020)

Masterplan

The
candle
grows
dimmer

As my
patience
wears
thinner

Whilst
I wait
for the
steel
to bolt

My
temper
a simmer

As
you
think
you’re
the
winner

Yet I
plan my
peasants’
revolt

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