not anymore.

Poems do not work anymore

I try really,

I try

But words mean nothing today



Not the words of angels

Or the changes of perception

Brought about by soft angles.



You can call me Steph now.

The moon lost it’s shine

A long time ago.

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Kris Grula's picture

You have a wonderful poetic gift. This was amazing