Unnoticed Poem by Austin Glover

Unnoticed



As a poet, my writing comes and goes,
Sometimes it’s scrambled, and sometimes it flows,
My inspiration lacks, while I relax,
In this repetitive place I know.

When I spill dark ink among said pages,
Enticing others, not done for wages,
The readers I feed, I’ll beg and I’ll plead,
Yet unnoticed I’ll step off these stages.

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Austin Glover

Austin Glover

Hamiltion Ontario
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