Once more
Another day
One other season
I churn away
A head knocking against the wall
My basket with parchment filled
Where are the words?
They said they would be here.
To convey for me
the things I sought to give.

A new discovery have I made
This is the truth I truly know
No one knows what’s truly the truth
Narrow perspective
Is all there is
A place along the way
What more is there.

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A little about me and poetry

This poem is my submission to the School Poetry 100 Day Challenge hosted by Hive account@d-pend, whom I would like to thank for sponsoring this competition. He is indeed a godsend. Though a bit dubious, I would consider myself an intermediate writer of poetry. My first love is prose, so if you get a feel of something other than verse in my poetry that is why. I use poems to assist me when I have writer’s block. This strategy, however, seems to be morphing into something more serious. At least I think so.

Thanks for reading.

Poem by: Hive account@nicholas83

Date: 6/9/18

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