POETRY DISPLACEMENT
Once poetry rolled of my tongue,That was years ago or so it seems.
Now poetry is my nightmare,
Of every waking dream.
I still feel poetry flowing through my veins,
But as my thoughts starts to drift away.
I know for me it will never be the same,
There's no rewind on a poetry mind.
There's no allure to writing poetry,
When it's slowly dying inside of me.
I used to write about many things.
Now there's nothing left or so it seems.
There's a screaming child within this mind,
Of an easy going old man bidding his time.
Who's lived his life with others so it seems,
With cheeslet's and flummox within his dreams.
Time passes my thoughts displayed,
Never truly lost just misplaced.
With the poet verse no longer mine,
Only managing one stanza in a broken mind.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2025-07-15 at 11:34
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