Unknown Poem by Matt Mooney
Unknown
All on a day around they lay:
Unfinished poems in pieces;
Cups of tea about, half drunk,
Forgotten and turned cold.
As cold as poems unknown
Sent off to fight for life,
Often to die for dead poets
Who haunt themselves alone.
‘Who haunt themselves alone’ ~ PPHS [Poet Poetry Haunting Syndrome] Remedy POK* Thanks for sharing Hon’ble Poet Matt Regards Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10 == *Publishers only Know
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4/18/2024 10:46:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'Often to die for dead poets' RAB