Sunday, May 24, 2009

A Writer's Solitude

Go to the movies
They said
Lots of flicks are
Playing
I almost went
To the movies
That day
But I knew
Once I got there
In that dark room
All alone
You would creep
Ever so slowly
Into my head
And at times
When you're usually
A blessing
You become
A curse

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