First – and foremost – you wanted me,
Now that it’s no more, wasted I will be
Today I’m reading your rhymes
That echo like graveyard chimes
It’s unbearable to think that I had almost
But alas, once again I’ve lost
For almost, surely, doesn’t count
Troubled spirit I am, under enormous haunt
In My Room/Office/Studio
"A writer and nothing else: a man alone in a room with the English language, trying to get human feelings right." - John K. Hutchen.
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