off the page

being content kills my creativity

i haven't written any poetry for quite a while

nothing much has riled me enough to get a strong reaction or been fuel for inspiration

i wrote this a couple of nights ago, after realising that i hadn't been writing

it isn't my strongest work


The tale you tell has already been told
The present of history can not be sold
Pursue the gift until it is given
Repeating history of a life once more living