I was going through withdrawal Not being able to post at all My mind was racing Yet nowhere to release it Let the flood gates open up Like a slow drip IV Medication of poetry Is how I see Fit
I am something of a stalagmite these days ice has grown from where the water has seeped through the cracks of the cave of my bones, growing ever more solid with the advance of winter
Is poetry dead took its last breath eating up all it's words I'm feeling so hurt poetry is dead we mourned for days sounds of sobs heard around the world
we slept in silence lights on
poetry is dead hello poetry welcome back to the internet