Thursday, July 29, 2010

some will seek medicine

Some will seek medicine,
and some, to keep on going
will go to sleep.
I'll keep writing poems.

I'll stay up until there is a listener,
I'll wait for light until it comes.
And when dawn comes, a whisper,
I'll keep writing poems.

When my hands shake and my lungs ache,
when you're still
still gone and far away,
I'll keep writing poems.

1 comment:

  1. The echo is wonderful, at the end of each line. Short, sweet, and beautiful.