At times I’m at
A loss for words
And so I write
Some things
I’ve heard
Things that
May not
Be so true
But who
Would care
Would I
Would you

It’s not like truth
Is all that they say
It could be last night
As well as today
I’ve seen it go
Here
As well as go
There
But one thing is
Certain
It’s not always
Clear

And so I write
Nothing today
Nothing to
Share
Nor nothing
To say
But write
I will
Until
I fill
This blank
And
Lonely
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By:Bill MacEachern