The Struggle

peace92 (34)in #poetry • 7 years ago (edited)

In vain I tried to stop writing
But it was so frightening
At intervals, it stopped
Time again and again it cropped

Snoring like a retiree
Lo, his candle burns away
Being a prisoner he is not free
Oops, nature has come to waylay

Oh God, what a creature!
A pal with a familiar nature
Like the old drunk's signature
He builds his African future

Is it academy or habit, I must ask
The two are in the same mask
The school erected this task
He needs Lipton water from the flask.

7 years ago in #poetry by peace92 (34)

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