Guilt is a right Admission is theft
A bit of poetry for you.
I may at some point publish ‘notes’ explaining what I am moaning about with my poems, it will kill a bit of time, no?
I stare at this page, to
Make words appear. My
Effort disjointed, it’s
Not my affair. I
Don’t grow these flowers, I
Take them from you. My
Inspiration confirms what
I already knew. Why
I want to admit. I
(Don’t)
