Length of me
Breadth of me
All of me
Wasted
Exhausted
Not from work
or worry
Neither the trials of force
Nor the doubling down
of paltry rhetoric
Twitches the corner of my eye
It is pursuit and play
Cavorting with my dreams
In the moments stolen
From monotony
6/30/14
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Typed Word Series
PoetryWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...
