August 15, 2013

Futility

By viewingcamelot

I set my jaw, my resolve,

No more poetry

Nonsense.

 

I sent a clot downstream,

To dam the torrent of words

Raging.

 

But the headaches come one by one,

Linguistic lobes fed by throbbing vessels

All the words composed,

All waiting…

 

All left undone.

 

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