"I must write often so, I won't crumble . . ."
I must write,
or fall into shattered pieces;
so, I pen my poems all through the night,
oh, my masterpieces . . .
I love decay . . . like buildings, walls, grave stones,
and the withering- a word on a page that moans;
I must write my sadness that groans,
must write- so I will not crumble out of sight.
May 24, 2019
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My new invented form I call, Crumbling Rhyme