I lost the cadence
somewhere along the way
The pure word flow
dissipated into hazy memory
and left me standing
at the altar
like a jilted lover.
words scribbled on a brown napkin made from recycled paper. Probably written sometime in the late 90's.
Cool write about writing poem. slc
The Narcissist writer obsessed with the act itself. thanks for reading and commenting.
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Cool write about writing poem. slc
The Narcissist writer
The Narcissist writer obsessed with the act itself. thanks for reading and commenting.