June 2, 2012

What Is Left?

Poetry writing is like a thorn 
you want to pull it out 
when it jabs into your skin

What is left is a hole
relief for a while 
until a numbness enters

Filling that void 
poison soaked vacuum  
deadness sets in 

"Nothing left to write about" 
does the mind run from the truth 
or does it run toward another thorn?  

Words are gone, you've said it all along 
so many times, in so many ways 
when you ask yourself, again 

"What is left"?  
And the answer becomes 

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