When the last word I write
At the chapter’s end.
I will lay down my pen
And seek to rest
Briefly;
To convey these the things
That I on parchment conveyed.

The journey of 100 poems starts with a word
Continues with a line
With a stanza press on
Of lonesome days when the pen can cough no words
Still I struggle to give of these my thoughts.

Nothing lasts
Ad nauseum I said.
I repeat
I repeat
all must end.

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A little about me and poetry

This poem is my submission to the School Poetry 100 Day Challenge hosted by @d-pend, whom I would like to thank for sponsoring this competition. He is indeed a godsend. Though a bit dubious, I would consider myself an intermediate writer of poetry. My first love is prose, so if you get a feel of something other than verse in my poetry that is why. I use poems to assist me when I have writer’s block. This strategy, however, seems to be morphing into something more serious. At least I think so.

Thanks for reading.

Poem by: @nicholas83

Date: 6/16/18

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