the poetry knook, the poetry of stephen m. james

Letters Never Sent

I write letters that are never sent
Buy candy never passed out
Heap good intentions onto this my grimy plate and
Collapse under the stress of nothing happening.
It’s breaking me down to my molecules
Maybe it will recreate me, and I’ll be determined
After all this procrastination and wondering
Around like a half deaf, half dead hermit.


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