One Last Poem. Poem by Michael Gale
One Last Poem.
One last poem...
Into the fire of the infernal pyre.
I choke-on consuming grief...
In sight-No relief.
Writing and inspiration have become adrifted amiss...
I have sunken to the 'All No More Thought And Ideas'.
A cloud of mental block's revenge has plagued me last...
No thoughts-No ideas-No poems-A new dye hath been cast.
No more poems of the unlisted page...
No more words on sadness and rage.
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