Writing, writing, what can I say?
I’ve scribbled and scribbled and had a bad day.
Ink in pen and pen to the page,
It all feels so forced, so full of waste.
I’ve toiled for hours, but it’s all just absurd,
So I’ve finally decided these are my last words.
– Submitted as part of ClownRhymes’ Week 2 Poetry Challenge, Last Words.
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