Friday, 10 April 2015

100. Albatross

It was never meant to feel like this,
a sentence to be served that seemed
to stretch far in the distance,

a year of forced sentiment,
too contrived almost rehearsed -
verse should be a pleasure not a curse

so I cut free the albatross, watched
it fly until just a distant speck
catching new inspiration in its wings.

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