DEADENED MIND
The written word,doesn't need to be.
hung, Drawn altered
And quartered.
Unless it's written
in poets blood,
Then the perspective
drops with a thud.
From where I sat,
There's no need
to b negative.
I'm positive of that.
I've often thought
Remorsefully,
The written word
Never comes forcefully.
Crumbled paper,
Thrown across the floor.
As an empty mind,
Tries to write once more.
A dead end mind,
Stymies my right to write.
Tomorrow's another day,
I'll try again another night.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-06-04 at 00:05
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