Featured Poem: Lost Words

By Michael Faudet

 

A midnight scribble,

a morning sigh;

you watch the words

curl up and die.

 

Madness lives

inside your head,

of poems lost

and pages dead.

 

A mind possessed

by unmade books

unwritten lines

on empty hooks.

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