My Last Poem
To write no more, shall be hard to do.
to push never again my crocked pen
across the page which once was new
now so stained from pain within.
No more I write to an ascending voice
to hear their laughter from the back.
Knowing full well this be my choice
to write no more for skill I lack.
There shall be no loss to none but me
to find my thoughts uncarpeted then
to let my poets heart blow free
my scatter verse unto the wind.
I write no more I've had enough
to feel their sneer at my printed word
their descending mock for that I love
I drop bitter tears upon my verse.
From my heart so torn and I forlorn
so this shall stand as my final poem.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
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