This is the last poem
I will ever write.
Too tired of the verses.
Maybe I said something
worthy over the last two
years, or not.
Maybe someone else will
sling some ink in my place
as I go to rest.
This is the last poem
I will ever write.
Too tired of the verses.
Maybe I said something
worthy over the last two
years, or not.
Maybe someone else will
sling some ink in my place
as I go to rest.
