A Poem of Last Resort
You are my poem of last resort
Perhaps you are not finished
Maybe you are no good
Could it be the bit about my mother?
No, it’s not too harsh – funny really
Guess, I really don’t like you
Not exactly sure why
You are just my poem of last resort
When all inspiration is gone
I will share you then
Pull you out for others to see
For now, you sit in a file
Not knowing what you did wrong
Doing nothing, but wanting to say something
You wait – isolated, sequestered
Endlessly wondering
When your time will come
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