My love for Opuss is waning
And yet I don't know why
I still love words and books, stories
Yet there's an emptiness inside
And so I find myself detaching from
The rope from Opuss to me
As it grows slacker, I lose the urge
To write true poetry
This isn't a farewell at all
It's just a pile of words
I'll stick around and write if I
Want my voice to be heard.
All rights reserved. Nom 4th September 2012.
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