Sunday, September 13, 2015

Poets and Paradoxes


Photo Credit: science.howstuffworks.com
Déjà vu
A blank sheet and
an aching pen
thirsty for the truth.

Déjà vu
A God so kind
but a spineless mind
I only write 
what I should do.

Déjà vu
Time has passed
but pain, it lasts
‘cause a poet is but a fool.

Déjà vu
I’ve no life to wheel
so I write to heal,
yet my world never improves.

Déjà vu
My words have changed
but they mean the same:
My world is blue.

Déjà vu
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