Faded

A Poem by Hell in a Hip Flask

The ink’s faded and letters blurred,

the mind is weary, the speech slurred.

I don’t remember my old poems-

why I wrote them,

who they were for.

They don’t sound like me anymore.

© 2017 Hell in a Hip Flask

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emmajoy

And the moral is?

There's a touch of warped fascination for the reader here Want to read more but.. it doesn't exist.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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8 Years Ago

It doesn't have a moral at least not a planned one, it was just a thought I had but I may expand on .. read more

8 Years Ago

I'm apt to make fatuous comments late at night. Don't expand it overmuch, it's clever.

8 Years Ago

Cool no worries

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Added on May 6, 2017
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Hell in a Hip Flask

Moscow, ID

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I’m a new writer, I enjoy writing short essays, but would love feedback on anything and everything. Don’t be afraid to tear into my work, it will be appreciated more..