Crumbling
"I must write often so, I won't crumble . . ."
Oh, I must write,
or fall into shattered pieces;
so, I pen my poems all through the night,
oh, my masterpieces . . .
I love decay . . . like crumbling buildings, walls, grave stones,
the withering- of a word on a page that moans;
I must pen my sadness that groans,
must, must write- so I will not crumble out of sight.
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May 24, 2019
Poetry/Crumbling Rhyme/"Crumbling"
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1146-608-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
My new invented form I call, Crumbling Rhyme
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