17 May 2018

POETRY RANT - A CURSE IN WRITING


I SIT BEFORE BLINKING CURSOR
WITH DESK, PAPER AND PEN, I CURSE.
WORDS ELUDE WRITTEN VICE
I CRY OUT TWICE.

AS ONE IS NOT ENOUGH
IN A HUFF, I PUSH AWAY.
TAKING THE BREAK I SHOULD OF HAD
HOURS AGO, NOW I LOATH.

SMACKING FOREHEAD
JOSTLING MEMORY, 
ONCE BLED.
A STORY SO TRUE.

A CURSE IT BE
TO REMEMBER SO VIVIDLY.
SO TO PAUSE

LET IT BE

BLINKING CURSOR
ON BLANK SCREEN
MY HEARSE.
TO DEATHLY GRAVE.

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