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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