Escaping Dissolution

Trembling with the length of each sentence
Meaninglessly desperate to delay its end
Adding letters, syllables, and nonsense
Periods all just ellipses playing pretend

Nib running dry, and inkwell now shallow
A great length of paper remains white and fallow
Abstinence from an action may hallow
But greater is the sin in remaining hollow

Finding my peace in this poem’s conclusion
In it, I escape one more dissolution

Photo by Eugene Chystiakov on Unsplash

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