I WRITE
I write
There for I …. Write
Unknowingly
Of things
Hidden
In the fractured folds
Of life
Of moments
Forgotten
Yet lingering
On the tip of the pen
Yellowing
The edges
Of ivory pages.
I write therefore
Of truths
Encased in pain
Joys denied
Darkness hidden
Of a soul
Unknown to me
Until
I wrote
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2024
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