hello #dversepoets her is one of my older poems from 2017.
thought you may like.
Here we sit writers in the darkest hour,
Hiding from our devil procrastination,
The foreshadow our abode,
Imagination our food for life,
Hunting out our love of weird,
Once and forever the hunters of wonderful words,
Showing readers our very hearts and souls,
For the peanuts of affection from you dear reader,
Sitting in the darkness, always looking,
For the spark of the next story,
Giving it our paranoia mixed with our care,
But my pen has gone wandering,
Before I wrote of the galaxies, seen by this mind,
I wanted to tell you about.