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undeath of a poet
oblivions vortex draws me near
to its black hole of bland nothingness
empty walls that hold no beauty
and no poetical congress
of words
aiming for greatness left me sore
shooting blanks at unseen targets
the flowing outpour has clogged
with only dusty roads trod
these days
to its black hole of bland nothingness
empty walls that hold no beauty
and no poetical congress
of words
aiming for greatness left me sore
shooting blanks at unseen targets
the flowing outpour has clogged
with only dusty roads trod
these days
Published 20th Aug 2014
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20th Aug 2014 4:38pm
Good choice of words only a smart wordsmith can possibly do...good read, Kitty.
@EngrVV
@EngrVV
20th Aug 2014 8:49pm
thanks... it seems like I've been rather harsh on myself lately, more than usual, about my work. your vote of confidence is appreciated:)
21st Aug 2014 1:29am
Sometimes that kind of mood will bring out the best in you...just keep on writing, no matter what!
@EngrVV
@EngrVV
22nd Aug 2014 3:39am
22nd Aug 2014 8:39pm
22nd Aug 2014 6:16am
short and sweet and to the poetic point. sometimes it is bet to travel those dusty roads, you never know what lost words you will pick up along the way. :)
22nd Aug 2014 8:39pm
