Posted by: beebrave | March 25, 2016

The Poet without Words

My head is full of poetry

But never can I set it free.

The words they dance and twirl around

Yet never can I get them out.

Just now I catch a word to write..

but NO – ’tis not completely right…

The sentences they do resist

To let them shape

Again – I missed.

If only I could end this fight

To go and rest in this dark night

It seems the battle never ends

No matter what I try, my friends.

So in the end I let it go

Surrender to my fate – just so!

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