write, still, just write smile over
DIARY OF A BROKEN POET
pieces of glass; old
bottles at the sea, broken
street of notebooks
drinking and living every pages
drunk poets; phrases
here and there
leaving sunshine to seek the sun
miss train; slow trek
to stardom; boom, air hostess
seeking selfie
on the long run
poetry and puzzle
born by the same parent
surviving migraines
blank brain traveling in coffee cab
and you say ‘poetry is everything’ you know you don’t mean it, you know
except you are known
write, still, just write
smile over
About the Creator
Carol Freeman
she wasn't waiting for a knight she was waiting for a sword
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