CraftsmanshipA Poem by Not here
Staring at a blank screen,
forgetting why I write. Everything seems so mean, and always such a fight. Quick and easy poems seems like a waste of space, while long and lengthy poems will never win the race. Lazy rhymes are easy but lack my favorite punch. Cuss words are kind of sleezy, and sometimes used too much. Making a poem's hard, when you can't say words you feel. So with every broken shard, you bow and take a kneel. Every window broken is a poem that I made. Even when they're spoken, everything will fade.
© 2016 Not here
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