The Hours of Poetry Both 2u and I Have Spent Decomposing
Though for hour's
i as myself
And probably you as i
Have spent nay been transfixed
Ever pondering and decomposing
the poetic verse
Starring hazy glazed into an
unfulfilled keyboard dimly lit
computer screen
I just can't find the thoughts i
wish my mind's to find or remitt
Likewise transmit the emotions
i am aspiring to committ to or
admit to
As everytime a word and thought
appears
A second later it disappears
And cometh now hour's late
at night once darkness is
subsidizing and the sun has
begun to peek inside
my curtains
I am as i was hour's earlier still
starring ever more tired at an
empty computer screen
Devoid of both my word's my
thoughts and emotions
Apart from what i am currently
relating to you now
Simply wishing to whilst away a
passing few hour's away
Until i have or can come up
with something of reverence
to relay
And my mind starts stimulating
and titillating my fingers upon
my ever more expectantly
keyboard key's
When once finished written and
thus posted i tenuously read back
In hopeless expectation
Of better thing's in hour's to come
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2021
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