The Writer


The writer never dies,  a life published on pages
of white.

I sit thinking, spewing my missy thoughts
all over my life. 

I am the writer, 
My life is a paper crisp
and crumbled with ink smudged edges.

I a writer always lost in the jungle of my deep thoughts. 

A lost poet reincarnated through a lost art of ink smears and crumpled page’s. 

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