Poetic Injustice

And my pen
Does it desert me
Just when it should
Serve me best
With a stream of words
To allay my thirst
Calling to mind
Weekends spent away
With friends in autumn
Haze of russet leaves
And hot mulled wine
Cast adrift amidst carefree
Half-remembered rhymes
Would that it should
Still sustain me so and
This sword of Damocles
Remain the weaker foe.

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Just some guy trying to figure out where the "on" switch is hid on the remote control—ah, forget it. Because, you know what, I'm also the kinda guy who always likes the book waaay more than the movie! View all posts by Lorem Ipsum

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