On the panicked edge, I sat
with my hands in my heart
pleading, the letters displaced
words disagreed with me
fought me
my struggle to retort
escaped
in an attempted recant
as I wrote down nothing
My words just laughed,
dancing perfect circles around me,
mocking gleefully
this dilemma to grasp
what seems exactly beyond reach
And I stomped my metaphoric feet!
Frustrated,
craving just to softly speak,
my breath came instead
in silent fitful screams
Listen, listen, this I ask
of you to do for me
is only that which you do to me
Just sing for me, come sweetly my poetry. Fractured thoughts torment, censor painfully, as my yearning heart begs release, in fretful language cursing me.
Come to me sweetly
with patient caress, free me
Author notes
when the words won't work as you wish them too
...a work in progress...
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