Words Obscurity Invisibility Lost Cease To Exist Poem by Terence George Craddock

so often past hoped aspired to find time
perhaps in a week I will have time to write
perhaps a long drought must arid come

time is days stolen a season of work deletes
impossibility time slot windows for words
words as ever will flow through soul drift

words never written never written out
unpenned unspoken unrecorded must drift
drift in obscurity invisibility cease to exist


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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