Poem 21:13

Right, I’m really back now! I’ve typed up all the poems scribbled during my hiatus (not a lot really, but at least there’s a few). You might notice there’s no 21:10, this is the poem that’s being published in the anthology I helped edit, so I’ll give more details on that when it’s published (we’ve just been sent the publisher’s final printed draft to look over, so shouldn’t be much longer). Expect a poem a day for at least two weeks 🙂

21:13

So easily I discarded you,

object I carried for so long,

fiddled with in absent-

minded moments.

Signs of your end were

clear, and so I scoffed

and handed you away,

to one I knew would

abuse you.

Did you feel that betrayal?

Or have you been

dead all alone;

your ink an

illusion at a

lifespan.