lost my poems moss clumps Alone in place Of memory dumps Simmering dung In dancing stench Pain wrench Unturned, no Bolt to latch No meaning to catch L

lost my poems
moss clumps
Alone
in place
Of memory dumps
Simmering dung
In dancing stench
Pain wrench
Unturned, no
Bolt to latch
No meaning to catch

Lost poetry
owe it to me
To look
But each nook
And crany
Nothing
#smallpoems