No, these aren't randomly created poems (that is another page). This is a random grab from a selection of poems, mostly by myself, but with some inclusions from other folks: friends who write; friends who used to write; writers who are obscure-but-meaningful-to-me; famous writers. One advantage of this format is that, when there are variations of a poem that I haven't settled upon, I can include them all and let people give me feedback as to what they think.
thurs 12 jul 90 13h27
Agony
...five years gone.
Agony
...about a quarter of my life,
spent waiting.
Agony
-to live on, day-in, day-out
Knowing
at least two more years
until the pain will even have
a Chance
to cease.
I wake alone,
every morning.
Every evening,
I check the mailbox
and phone machine
for a sign of hope.
Motivation?
They expect me to be
'excited' about any
thing, when my life
is bleak emptiness?
The only thing
spurring me on
is the Pain. ...it doesn't
inspire me to
Their work, just to
the writing...
always the writing...
and have become naught but
Words.
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