It looks like I have to be angry
To write a good poem
Lately I don’t write for
Far too long
Maybe because the time I have
Is short
And I want to write for
Far too long
I still question where I am
Still looking for a home
To be alone
Frustrated
My break is almost over
And I might come back to this
But my train of thought
Would be filled with stones
Slowing down
Explaining metaphors now
Because no one reads
Irony
Paradox maybe
One day it will be ironic
Writing about the devil
Becoming iconic
A symbol
Pause
While you catch up to the last car
And I sip this tonic
Cures all pains
Even the most chronic
You’re saying too much
Too dense
So I repeat
Sometimes
I think about many things
And I run out of time
Before I run out of paper
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