I Must Write

"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. ___________________________ June 8, 2020 Poetry/Rhyme/I Must Write Copyright Protected, ID 19-1259-048-02 All Rights Reserved, 2019, Constance La France Originally posted May 24, 2019 Submitted to Brian's Select 9 Standard Contest sponsor, Brian Strand Honorable Mention