The weary tome

The winding tentacles

of a sinister plaque

history repeating

as fools are apt

to be caught blinking.

History don’t shimmy or shake –

it ain’t sexy, so it stays hidden

not forbidden

while my Unc earnestly warned me –

“It’s a storm coming gaddamnit!”

Sharp breaths –

pungent scent of the reaper –

searching for passengers

on the river Styx

Aww Lawd… ain’t this some sh____.


I’m tired of writing poems

and tomes

for those who I love

in repose.

How am I

to consecrate or illustrate

grace when

there is sorrow –

a void where

my heart once resided?

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About Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.