Day 51: Like a beetle on its back


I haven’t slept a

Write an poem in relation to your passion.


Like a beetle on its back I
struggle onward without
moving from my spot —
looking at the stars and
throwing my legs about.


The only poem I have ever published: in Universitas many years ago. I won’t write more today.


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