All of these words kept here in the night
leave me alone, waiting for the write
longing for just a few new poetic lines
to stir the depths of buried designs
For such is this quest that I now lead
caught within every thought and deed
as I struggle to make my solitary way
from shadowy dusk to a dawning day
With only a mere modicum of ink
fated to finally swim or merely sink
right here in this inky black sheen
still remains left to be seen
Just simple words upon a page
harken back to some far, distant age
when I truly knew what to then say
paid all of the dues I would then pay
But now they linger as a reminder
of my muse and how I cannot find her
while living a life of poetic indenture
mired within all of this old self censure
Powerfully penned, LDF. Great spill my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Nice work LDF. Always..