The Confession
Aug 24, 2024
still they fall…
The Confession
When I begin
a new poem
I am not
sure
of where
it will go
since I am
quite literally
falling off
a mountain
so to speak
as the letters
and words
fall from the top
and
end up
on the bottom
of the page
sometimes
with little
sense to be made
of the effort
or the exercise
no matter
the depth of thought
or the strength of
conviction
still they fall
with no hope
of stopping
until
the end of the page
is in sight
and I can
once more
find a bit
of respite
from the
effort.
