Line of letters
that are not mine,
though I’m awake
late
making them
bit by bit.
Someone else
will lie
and say it’s theirs.
Money is money.
I will never say
its mine
because I kept
a promise
to say it wasn’t.
Someone else
will lie
and say it’s theirs.
A story.
Is it nicotine?
An addiction that must
be quenched
to feed the lusts
of those who sell them?
or is a story
more?
Someone else
will lie
and say it’s theirs
to do with as
they wish.
Perhaps…
I should stop.
And write for me.
Author T.S. Lowe 