I Tire Of My Own Words

I don’t particularly like my poetry, so this is me ironically complaining about it in a poem.

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I tire of my own voice

Scribbled out in words

Whining

Moaning

Philosophising

Yet I keep writing

When I can think

And the ink keeps flowing

Though it is a waste

But I shall continue this

Whining

Moaning

Philosophising

Until I can’t think

Of anything new.

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hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment.

The Lonely Recluse.

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~ by The Lonely Recluse on February 11, 2013.

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