In Peace Reborn

The poet inside of me is dead;

All the words that tied have fled.

Why is this you may ask, its true;

To this I have no answer, none due.

No reason for this lack of rhyme,

Unanswered questions? Perhaps in time;

Will unlock this bottomless pit forlorn;

And place me back in peace, reborn.

©JNijs2017

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