~
the compulsion to birth
poetry whilst an insomniac
spawns a mournful child,
doleful, self-harming, a
paragon of the art of
letting one’s blood, thus
the warm balm of those
words that trickle onto
the page is then swiftly
replaced by a shameless
sated ire of dissatisfaction,
beware the chameleon
words born from the dark
they are not to be trusted
*
© Graham R Sherwood 06/26
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