The Flow

Most days the process is simple

Words flow as easy as the pain

But I feel so numb at times

That when it comes to rhymes

I doubt they will ever flow again


The Writer’s Anguish

I don’t
think
I have
anything
to say

Today

Perhaps
there
will be
more
sorrow

Tomorrow

So
I will
wait to
pick up
my pen

Then

For
I fear
I wouldn’t
even
know how

Now

(Originally Posted 25.01.2020)

Birds Of A Feather

It still amazes me

To this day

That you even read my rhymes

Don’t get me wrong, my friend

It pleases me no end

But I do worry about you, at times


Wonderland

It’s nice
to think
I matter

That what
I feel is
shared

But really
I’m as mad
as a hatter

Surely no one
else is this
impaired?

(Originally Posted 25.10.2019)

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