Books//Poetry

I'm a poet (that sounds odd rolling off my tongue). I felt inspired to blog for the first time in a long time, so here is something different.

Leaves of pages

Ink done

Type set

A smell only when aged

Death by water

Ancient knowledge conceded by internet

Still holding

By the jacket sleeves

Reserved for us

A select many

The literate

Once an elite

Now a commoner

Still waning

But not conceding

This love will be mine

No matter how far-fetched

Thou shall not depart from me

If done

Crumbling ash shall be my name

For once hold still

As I hold on

To world not real

A life not my own

But a dream and wish

Rendered never

But who shall

Leave me and you in the raven night

With a light

And a comforter

To spill secrets

From an editor’s computer

To my small hands