You know this already. ~The Poet’s Poet~

There are times life is complicated

The desolate, deserted mind

Faded words, bleary eyes

The beauty of yesterdays thoughts, no more.

 

Arriving at the writing bureaux weary

Sinking, shrinking into that leather chair

Comfort

Vain attempt at assembling words

Contempt

Feeling vexed with himself

Why?

November a soulless month

Misunderstood.

(c) Chris Black. November 2018

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