The Web Poetry Corner - Paul E Sexton - The Internal War Continues With Battle 1001
The Internal War Continues With Battle 1001
by
Paul E Sexton
Forward flying
front facing
me.
Square jawed
masked unmasked
feet never
touching the ground.
Never knowing
stopping.
Always going
no rest
for my head
no rest
for my heart
no rest for
me.
I hope she stays.
No more jobs.
Too many years
gone by.
Have to succeed.
Friends are leaving.
I miss her already.
Gotta see the doctor.
Hate being poor.
Loser, Loser, Loser.
Gotta get in shape.
I really love her.
I really love her.
Just a poet.
Gotta be a poet.
Gotta be a poet.
What have I forgotten?
What about the future?
What about the future?
Must live up
to all
expectations.
The monkey mind.
The rats.
The days.
The nights.
All lay
on the floor
on the walls
on the street
Midnights
in diners,
lifetimes
in turmoil.
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