O Death!
Death!
O’ Death!
Why come thou now
Among the bills & promises?
Take me hence
my bills remain,
To plague my
sons & daughterszes.
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#micropoetry
plague
Fear of boredom
we fear boredom,
run as if the plague,
yet dullness and drabness –
creative moments make,
bored seed grows
and a poem flowers
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