Wednesday, April 03, 2019

NaPoWriMo, Day Three, Poem Three



Sunday Writer on Monday

It's what they've wanted all along.
You never have to lift your pen
or say another word again.

They say it's great you're back again,
act like like they've not seen you in a long
long time, say now you have to drop the pen.

You didn't really need or want a pen.
To pretend to get along, you go along.
Just nod and never fight with them again.

Along the daily grind, the pen goes down again, again, again.

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