Whole
I found you
curled up in a ditch
surrounded by songs
and empty pages
You hoped for more
and yet you could not stop
even though you were a
memory of an earlier man
Out of money but rich in ideas
You pressed in with
no thought of reward
the art was all consuming
It took everything
but it left you
Whole
Thoughts
Sometimes all you need is a picture of the Mona Lisa to go with your poem.
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