Poem Hunter
Time Poorly Spent
(1957 / Columbus, NE)

Time Poorly Spent

For whom does this passion end?
From what height does fall
This apathy to inertia
Smudged slowly
On over-scored sheets,
Concealing my essence
As I wash your touch away
Renouncing inconstant, wandering eyes
Of former love?
The peace of renunciation
Fades so quickly
As I absently doodle
Unthinking verse.

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this doodle turned out to be a nice piece...