A Poet's Horror Story
My ataraxia, lost
Now exists a thought
troubling my mind,
a thought of a grand poem
imploring to be penned,
a thought playing
the ho-hum game
of hide and seek,
a thought
appearing and disappearing
like an amateur magician’s act,
a thought like the others
I end up writing about,
A thought
I must tirelessly
Scour my mind for,
For that is
a poet’s horror story
And I will finally
slay my ghost
When I read that poem
written as it wanted to be -
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