The poet inside me walked away without warning and will never come home again

Where did the poet go?

I try to write poetry

but my words

fall flat

without life.

The poet

walked away

as I made a living

and neglected

to provide

love and attention.

Without warning

my poet went to find

someone new

to find love and

won’t return.

Nothing

will bring the poet

back home.

Published by Jim Wortham

As a teen, wanted to live from writing poetry. Wrote several books, selling nationally. Hung out with readers throughout the United States. My writing has been on back burner. Now dusting off my desk and have my pen in hand. Hope you enjoy some of what I write.

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