'Failing words.'
By blackheart
Traveling onward, as ever I am, Spiraling downward; together with sand… Egg timer counting, the minutes I waste, Writing this nonsense and using up space, Repeating such banter I’ve layered before, Etching simple ancient phrase… I am a bore! Link my rhymes to foolish minds, I’m a poet running dry… Touch my pen to stop this end, I’m a poet soon to die! Traveling onward, forever I will, Spiraling downward, I’ll keep going still. Time; slowly, surely, fading black, But, I’ll be gone before it, I won’t be back. So I want to leave a permanent mark, I want to leave my heart so dark… Keep my words when I leave this earth, I’m a poet falling sure… Read the rhymes I scratch and dot, So this poet may be more… Than the man it hides those words inside. Written January 18th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 05:54 AM PST, harry luck 0 • 1
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"Traveling onward, as ever I am,..."