the desperation of poetry
the desperation of poetry
sadness
adrift
sorrows ensue
I feel lonely
angry, tired
exasperated
the hours go by
I count the minutes at work
waiting for the time to go
the desperation of poetry
not lost to me
I slip into it again
one more time
trying to feel the rhythm
of the words as they glide
across the page
the effort of writing takes away the worry
I can disappear into myself for awhile
and forget about things.
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