In Our Joint Sorrows

The poetry monster can get hurt and tired,
I feel for it because I am tired, too,
we are in this together and apart,
I'm its obstacle as it batters me

the monster's a conceit, as I may be,
but I seem to create as it makes me,
there's no tailor to sew seams past seeming,
the itch to go farther wears us both out

as sullen monster is licking its wounds,
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