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
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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