i once was a poet
turned to stone
and sad
once threw arrows
of hope
that clipped wings
i see
and fail
and follow
i join
the wounded
on our long march
a little less
alive than yesterday
arteries harden
with the fear
of responsibility
poetry saves you
from nothing
a hole
dug with words
I was taken with the despair in Matthew Maitland’s poem ‘i once was poet (turned to stone)’ and wanted to add in a little of my own! The italicised words are from Matthew’s original poem.
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