Sub Mission of a Bad Poem

 


2:50 in the morning.....
another dense night
to live through,
sleepless(ness) sole
companion. A bad
poem is birthed for
no one to hold
no one to be held
(behold! what did he
mean wit that word?).
(wit that signal) (writ
in dying.) the trap's
edge begs a sub mission
beneath in self a self of
self & self consciousness,
self service, self absorbed
so much so, that.........
that.........the words are
are not what they were.
They're nothing worth
knowing now that someone
can see the terminal ahead

The dense night
 trapped in duty,
when love is all gone
(or cannot be accepted)

3:16 in-the=morning, here,
and where we shelter
(in-place) life slipping
away all around this
hide'away, hidden' tii
it ends for me again.

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2020dkzk.......poom/pixtr//////