What happens to an unfinished novel?
Does it turn to ash
like a beautiful Phoenix
that burns like rage?
Does it yellow like
a freshly picked banana
soon to turn brown?
Does it cry and
shrivel away like
grass baking in the sun?
Does it die with
te owner,
never to return?
Or does someone pick it up
and continue to write again?
YOU ARE READING
Peoms For Those Who Hate This Planet
Poeziepoems made from someone who is tired of being useless.
