A Poet's Conflict
Self-doubt has no home here
No value, not needed at any time
I shall dust you away
The driving force you instill today
The day is nearly at closing
Sunlight porches covered in shadows
The roaring bulls tossing sand of treachery
Send them cherry red fury afar
Calm my journeys run
For there is work to be done
Whisper back to the consciousness of you
The ego and the parliament to
Cards of queens with smiling faces
Meadows and streams-
Are my dreaming places
The ink well is closed
The paper is torn
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