Mar 2022
what has become of this,
maybe to arrange the words before me
attach them as if a jigsaw with
no picture or meaning,
no analysis necessary
for before you know it,
they dry, start to crumble
as if made with the cheapest materials,
not to be seen again
by any pair of tired eyes,
minds wasted on what could’ve been.
maybe to arrange the words before me
attach them as if a jigsaw with
no picture or meaning,
no analysis necessary
for before you know it,
they dry, start to crumble
as if made with the cheapest materials,
not to be seen again
by any pair of tired eyes,
minds wasted on what could’ve been.
Written: March 2022.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. A link to my Facebook writing page and Instagram page can be found on my HP home page.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. A link to my Facebook writing page and Instagram page can be found on my HP home page.
