Looking Through An Old Poetry Journal

The pages in my
old journal are like
the gutter of a house.
streams of unfelt
words washing from
the roof down into
the overfill.
slowly draining
into the sewer.

by Not Long Left

Comments (2)

I can relate.1 in 5 I don't destroy, but the other 4 are flaming turds...
To filter then move on, but even in filtering I would think that you can find gold nuggits A clever write, Love Duncan X