I have been hanging
around in the company of
poets for too long, it seems.

I pay far too much attention
to words and I am too over-excited
by the turn of a lovely phrase.

Heaven help me, but I am
consumed by the search for
truth as revealed in a creative line.

I should be doing something
better with my life, like following
what others like as part of a crowd.

So, there is no hope for me in
this dire addiction, as I read these
fatal words and take to the pen.

 

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