looking for the right words
need is hard
like a big nail
hit so hard
it is countersunk
in a living tree
its like an illness
the only illness
the final illness
the one that cures me
I’m dying of something worse
This poem was originally published in Autumn Leaves
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Congratulations!! Just got my issue of "Autumn Leaves" and lo and behold there you are. I think you find your words just fine!!
Thanks Pat! I'm glad a talented fellow such as yourself has no idea how hard I have to search for those words. Thanks for the encouraging comment, my friend!
the right words in the right order Russel
Thanks Sue! I always seem to struggle so to find those word and places. I'm glad for once it worked. Thanks for the comment, sweet lady.
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