Poetry and Prose
works grows from a seed
by some matter of need
to produce not impede
inner thoughts we can read
but then after we read
come harsh judgments indeed
so we tear up the page
to release inner rage
as we try even more
different lines we deplore
and we scrap the whole mess
thinking we should write less
still the urge comes again
to lay words down with pen
with new hope to engage
while we stare off and age
till at last we evoke
and our feelings are spoke
in a piece that’s unveiled
to be then booed or be hailed
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