I wasn't going to write a poem today but there's a deadline and therefore I will write a poem today
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Do you ever get a feeling
That everything is a wee bit fucked?
A tingling of the neck
A look over the back
Unceasing inklings of decline
The truth is
I wasn’t going to write a poem today
I find little comfort
In verse and rhyme
Instead
I avert the bad place
That dark corner of my mind
In chapter
In prose
In heroes of old
But within comfort
It's tough to find growth
It’s easy to hide away
And say “nay begone today!”
But
All good things I surround myself with
My wife
My pups
My home
One, all
Come from previous moments
Of aggressive insanity
Yays instead of nays
So I guess I’ll write
A poem today
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Matthew J. Fromm
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Comments (9)
Gotta love that title! So glad you decided to write a poem that day. (yesterday) Then tone was on point and I loved the hints of inspiration. -But within comfort It's tough to find growth- 🤩
This is so melancholy it was palpable (and unassuming). I like how it had a little rhyme when the poem said you didn’t find comfort in this!
Wee bit? Lol. Putting it lightly. Also Fixed your poem - My Pauls My Stephens My wife My pups My home One, all Lmao. I'll see myself out. Butttt.... This was first class sir and I appreciate that needed positive upturn fromm you. Well done lad!
At least you got this!
:) Glad you did, this is good!
Very nicely written. I'm glad you acquiesced to the poetry muse and wrote a poem just because there was a deadline.
sir: I wrote a poem about lentils today. I am there with you in spirit today.
I wasn't either, but poetry just happens when you don't expect it
Nice ❤️🔥