Stop Me Before I Write Again
and so I tossed another in
an overflowing recycle bin
the printer paper pile
grows thin
that little voice inside
“LET’S START AGAIN”.
Thus do my secrets
ever slowly shred
memories from which
my ink has bled
for poetry’s the blood
the living shed.
So does my heart still pump
redemption’s roar
circling the darkness
at its core
painting with its twisted brush
my chore.
John G. Lawless
©1/8/2019
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2019
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