Has the poet died?

Poems and Things

Difficult is the act of writing the thoughts in mind.

Drownding they are, the longer I wait.

Foolish am I for thinking a difference they’ll make.

Thrashing, they plead for release.

Yes, foolish I am for letting me die.

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