About Crappy Poets

Post 325:

The Long Breaths of Comfort and Rest

The Wind That’s Felt and Not Repressed

Is Often Never Known

The Onerous Nights and Solemn Days

Retreats from Sun and Debts Unpaid

And Often All Alone

Who Chooses What Befalls the Mind

And Who Recalls the Times Behind

When Being Turned to Stone

The Diadem Lies and Waits the Same

So Take the Laurels or the Blame

And Wrestle Not the Throne

see you after.