Frederick Smith Poet Lay

A Poem Is Never Done

you can write until 
your hands hurt 
get writers block 
hand in your 
assignment 
but you never done with your 
work 
walk with a blind me 
help him over the 
curb 
but without you 
he's bound to fall
off the next.
you can enjoy 
being disturb
but hate being alone
that's when 
i'm in all 
as well 
before 
a tale 
just storming 
to prevail 
deep am i
i ran out of ink 
but my thoughts 
ran to the end 
the end of what 
the thought 
that i begin
hold up
all i gotta say is 
a poem is never finish

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