Speak Endlessly

by Sam M. Phillips

I only ever write poetry for as long as I need to,

I never force it,

There is no point,

Writing a million words serves no point

Unless it is what needs to be said,

There is no goal,

No end,

There is no way to sell this,

There is no one who is interested,

This is a diary,

A journal for my madness,

I have many thoughts,

And no one wants to hear me speak

Endlessly like I wish to,

So the only thing to do

Is come here and clear myself out.

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My new novella, SWIRLING DARKNESS, is out now through Black Hare Press.

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