Poetry, I do suppose,

Is feeling molded into prose.
A metaphor or simile
And there you have it: poetry.

March 12, 2011


This short poem is untitled
Because titles can't relay
The pure stench of utter hopelessness –
The way I feel today.

There is not another title
That could eloquently say
The sheer absence of all meaning
That "Untitled" can convey.

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