AWordofMine - Poems & Musings

Sometimes I wonder if words will jump at me from a dictionary,

and form themselves into a semblance of poem.

But alas!

They sit silently, mocking as the wind whistles a frenzy

And I sit with a cold cup of coffee,

an intermittent viciousness against the window

Which leaves me to ponder,

If I gave you no meaning, what would you be really?

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