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Monday, 16 August 2021

STruCtural CoLlApse

 We poets in our ivory towers

Sit and ponder life for hours

We write our prose with serious tones

Of love and death and darkened homes


Of big black holes that swallow all

Or moonlit sky’s with werewolf calls

Or long lost love , and painful times

Of childhoods lost and struggling minds. 


Sometime agonise with a line

That taxes brains from time to time

Is the writing that profound

To change the world with fist to pound


And when we write sometimes 


The words and metre and pathos do not  sit very easily ,it all falls apart,

Which makes it difficult on occasion to express ones thoughts!


17/06/2021  20:09-20:37

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