“My thoughts, I think, will soon be sound. My mind, I hope, will soon be found.” , ~ Tahereh Mafi
Elfje: Cinquain
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lost
can’t find
should be there
could be my mind
found
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Lune:
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my old mind
a beautiful thing
when used well
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Poem:
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it is not the yets that worry me it is those darn agains that scare me sober never again crying over a lost church key sweating booze, that terrible body odor
it all started by falling off my father’s knee never again to have a debilitating hangover never again to go on a weekend spree gagging at the sight of the pizza that was leftover
it all started when the first wife divorced me never again having to be the one to disagree never again to tell the officer that he was wrong can’t believe that the jail cell bars are that strong
so I haven’t been institutionalize yet, why worry never again being sorry and having to lower oneself so I haven’t died yet, why worry never again having to think about killing myself
never wanting to feel that way again, I worry the only again I want is to go to another meeting so if you will excuse me I’m in a hurry due to covid-19 there will be limited seating .
ME and the Boss Poetry 