The Poet, On Losing Her Mind, Laments: Poem by Sophia White
The Poet, On Losing Her Mind, Laments:
Rating: ★5.0
Every time I sit to write
Or get some work done – finally!
I find my mind leagues away
In Some Closet – writing poetry.
Mind, won’t you come back to me?
You’re always in Some Closet.
Why’d I even write that poem
About this place, Some Closet?
Well, darn, it’s too late now.
But I wish my Mind would return,
And how!
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5/5/2024 11:27:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
good passion in this, Sophia. & the slight humor made it entertaining. Sus.