I began this evening wordily armed
rhythm and rhyme controlled
but as I've passed one moment too the next
what once was hot
now cold
Lost the ground
no way profound
tumbling from my mind
not published and/or a sound
nothing remembered and/or
signed
History written upon the page
winner's words deep, unsound
passed too another age
the loser's underground
nothing left, but rage
The books remember only
words champion's have said
not all the lines or phrases lost
from thoughts and prose
given up
for dead
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
I began this evening wordily armed
rhythm and rhyme controlled
but as I've passed one moment too the next
what once was hot
now cold
Lost the ground
no way profound
tumbling from my mind
not published and/or a sound
nothing remembered and/or
signed
History written upon the page
winner's words deep, unsound
passed too another age
the loser's underground
nothing left, but rage
The books remember only
words champion's have said
not all the lines or phrases lost
from thoughts and prose
given up
for dead
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