Quietude

The greatest Poem I ever wrote…

 the one I just laid down

 

The one to last a thousand years

 deep in the lost and found

 

With words familiar, feelings stained

 in blood from echoes past

 

My pen left bleeding on its page

  —as quietude repasts

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

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