Deep In My Soul, Something's Not Right
It seems that I write and I write and I write
and somehow that's not really alright
to fritter away these precious moments
Just when did I assume I'd the right...
I sense that it's become a stale habit
a morbid ritual, fatalistic, hoary rite
Deep in my soul, I know something's not right
that I write and I write and I write...
May 23, 2019
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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