The pages in my <br />old journal are like <br />the gutter of a house. <br />streams of unfelt <br />words washing from <br />the roof down into <br />the overfill. <br />slowly draining <br />into the sewer.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-through-an-old-poetry-journal/
