I just read the most beautifully written,
articulate poem today and envied
Why cant I write a poem like that!
As I travel through mind sheds
Blown out by too much drink.
I can neither contend nor describe
These descents into darkness.
The waking hours when all else sleeps
Unravel half truthes sea deep.
Do you know how many sheep I have counted
Not to be reminded of these frailties
That walk this nightly beat.
I catch glimpses of grandness
Most fleeting at best.
This need to govern a life less traveled, solitude filled
Quiets the psych of a poet, desperately stilled.