Sunday, April 27, 2025

NapoWriMo, Day Twenty-Seven, Poem Twenty-Seven

 

Why I Write (again)

Still alive?
why not?

Most here
would love

me much
more if

only
I would

just stop
and focus

on burning
my books

do nothing
weekends

but sit
in chair

until it
is time

to visit
family

and left
to die

when last
of me

suddenly
stops

for some
reason

none can
figure out.

 

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