a minute poem…more like an hour poem

trying hard to write this poem
makes me feel numb
my perfect words
they fly like birds

their wings carry them far from me
who was once free
of writer’s block
waits for a squawk

this minute poem, it took hours
me it devours
i’m left grounded
poetic dud

Katerina Marks
25 August 2015

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