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 -