douglas scotney (boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)
B: XXXXI: Thus Spoke...
A poet arose
Out of boredom
Which tormented early bliss
With unrequited rage.
The joy of living became a dream.
He thought better of the source.
Between where he was and sadness
There lay his driving force.
Submitted: Monday, February 18, 2013
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