Where oh where
Did all my misfortune woe off too
That i should lose my tongue twist of words
For all my writings to give birth upon to
In existential dread,
Over an out pour of things regretted
Once said
Already said
But not fulfilled
A masterpiece yet revealed
A vengeful author behind the cloak
He refuses to yield
A wanderer
A damsel
Spider lady lusts
And Little Giant squabbles
A tower on high
High noon at full moon rise
And has the poet ran all out of life saving lines?
©palewriter
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