The Words We Never Finish

smokeinatin:

These crumpled pages prohibit empty words
with significant cause

    A simple feeling,
          not worthy enough
                 for the world to see
          An incomplete story
    …worth finishing
   
The short poems and raw prose that we
long ago abolished when we barely started
   
… all sit under beds
                          couches
                                  desks
                                         books

They wait for us to return with a
writer’s hand and an ink-filled pen

    – but we leave them there,
    for the spiders to read

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