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blackfoxartpoems
Jan 2
1 min read

Updated: Mar 7

written Mar. 1, 2022

I drew something

Supposed to work today

I drew something

In such a way

What is it

Who knows

I’m lost

It shows

I drew today

In such a way

Supposed to work today

When I drew

I grew entranced

All around the page

My pen had danced

Not just pictures

There were words too

I wrote down things

I never knew

Surprising things

All scattered across

Unknown to me

With anger and loss

These words and pictures

Come out of me

A voice unknown

That came to be

A voice I thought

Had left for good

A voice i thought

Had understood

Supposed to work today

It’s still there

And it has shown

It’s spoken now

Its presence known

It’s never left I suppose

(supposed to work today).

-- BlackFox

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