Sweet Memory (Poem)

Robert Quick

Where the -@!# did my muse go?

Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.

Dreaming heart breaks

there's no escape

when you're with him

I drown within

your sweet memory

. . .

You're breaking free

aching tears sliding

now they fall free

sobs spaced between

and then you leave

a sweet memory

. . .

It's all nothing

'ship corrupting

never touching

you've gone away

both feel betrayed

now I just paint

my sweet memory


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