Conor Young

Rookie (02/06/93 / London)

Notebook - Poem by Conor Young

These pages are too big;
I’ve written odes
But they’re empty.
The lines are endless.
My pens are drained.
My wrist is stiff.
Burn it,
And end this.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010

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