in dregs a sea of litter corks mind bobs about unhappy
laptop died shut down in an instant without warning
sinking three superb poems ships caught on sudden rocks
sinking fast lost forever sinking sightless sea depth oblivion
in dregs wine sea litter corks mind bobs about lifeless
no the battery totally died, probably multiple windows all open at the same time, instant zip nothing
This is bad. You should keep saving it from time to time so that you don't lose all.
I do this sometime, sometimes I lose poems, it hurts, but I write more faster better this way, I gain more than I lose; I wrote 'A Chance Strike Gold Rush Fevered Run' back in 2016 about this.
the problem with saving is that I do not write as well, to save or not to save, not stopping to save means writing better, perhaps the constant saved work is not worth saving
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad demise and a great dirge in their honour