no rest for the poet
a perfect storm is only the first draft
someone must record the writing
crammed in the margins
i need to hear it like it is
i live somewhere in the depth
hard to reach
words tend to find me
each passing day
will teach me a lesson anyway
once upon a time
i tried to fix something twisted
and it lead me here
written by Frank DeFulgentis
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem