Shall I write for the reader as tutors decree.? Shall I write for the money? Or just write for me? There’s no need to fret as I don’t really care. My words are splashed out and they’re left here and there.
I’m told that enjambment can make stanzas glow, however my full stops stop readers mid-flow. It’s said there’s no money in poems these days. Well, That’s what the tutors who write story’s say.
I’ve done stuff I want now my message is clear, I’ve ran out of ink, and of paper I fear. My words will live on as my flesh turns to dust. So I’ll keep writing poems. It’s something I must.