“I Write Poetry”
I write poetry.
I write it with a fountain pen.
I write with big words I don't quite understand.
I write when I should be doing something else.
I write in pain and sorrow.
I write in euphoria. A feeling I'll lose tomorrow.
I wake up at night and write
for the fear I lose my thoughts.
Gone to my slumber. Gone and I forgot.
I don't know why I write.
I have no poetic reason.
I know just as much as you do.
And a whole lot less than them.
Writing doesn't fix problems.
Poetry solves no qualms.
When done, I'm left with a page
of black ink and small bygones.
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