At no point in my life have I ever thought of myself as a poet. Most days I could not write poetry to save my life. But once in a while – when in a highly charged emotional state – something that resembles poetry drips from the point of my pencil. None of this has ever been published – or even submitted anywhere – but I thought I’d toss out a piece or two and see if it floats.
This poem is being considered for publication by a poetry Journal (shock and amazement) and so can not be displayed here (unless they turn it down)