Thursday, 17 January 2013

Diminishing virtue

As I wonder round
My palace room
I wish that I was drunk

Writing poetry
With random bends
Unmarked so I couldn't flunk

But instead I carry
A burden so real
It almost breaks my soul

I'm taking steps
I'm diminishing virtue
To ditch my cumbersome role

Xxxxx

Linked up at Sunday whirl.

3 comments:

Kelvin S.M. said...

...i'm taking into consideration thinking how one can write good with an accompanying drink or the likes...

smiles...

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Even though your steps are dubious (to my way of thinking), at least you are taking steps!

Whirling with Bram Stoker

J Cosmo Newbery said...

That has the air of a lament to it.