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the ack poem

Poetry By: dormy blount


Submitted:Apr 2, 2007    Reads: 142    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Every night when I hit the hay

I think of what would have been better to say

My body awakes and

The darkness brakes

But my thoughts still spinning

A pencil I find and my thoughts unwind

The lights still shine and

My thoughts unkind

Always unkind

My thoughts take me on a track

With stops of hope A halt a lack

Unfinished poems a mindful stack

But still my unhappiness stay in tacked.


Now…….I can hit the sack


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