A thought so grim
I looked down the barrel and pulled that hammer
Did that animals life matter?
I say thank you for your life
A poets mind is endless
It jumps from one thought to the other
In an instant
It’s a new poem
December has come and gone
A bitter sweet ending
The beginning of something new
My heart is broke and blue.
A poets life is words
It’s what I do.
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 11:46 PM UTC
A thought so grim
I looked down the barrel and pulled that hammer
Did that animals life matter?
I say thank you for your life
A poets mind is endless
It jumps from one thought to the other
In an instant
It’s a new poem
December has come and gone
A bitter sweet ending
The beginning of something new
My heart is broke and blue.
A poets life is words
It’s what I do.
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