Re: Spitfires Poems
I felt the urge to purge my dirge
Trapped within this digital encoding
But realised with a sense of demise
A feeling of dark foreboding
The digital trace is now in space
Within the cloud indelible
Etched in time, user defined
Content of text regrettable
Please o please remove these “Bits”
Of me they don’t befit
But now the “Bits” are far away
Far beyond the administrators remit.