“Words are beautiful” Che said “but actions
Defiant to the end,
before a bullet broke through his skull.
The man of action reduced to such beautiful
“You cannot kill a revolution!”
Or is that just a myth,
am I remembering it wrong
as I have done
so many times
(too many times)
we spent those stolen moments together?
Why am I writing poetry
while you are on the other side of the
living a better life without words like
only noise thrown into the void,
another waste waiting
Why did I choose words
One thought on “Poetry”
Pen to paper, baby; or maybe, key to board?