I Can'T Play
I can't play with you today,
too many thoughts slipping in out my head
and the paper and pen are calling for written display;
a word, a phrase, some grand poetic form to forge ahead.
Go away, stop knocking at my door
don't call out my name anymore
there's work to be done
and I'm not allowed to have any fun.
Prose and poetry have blinded me with need
to reveal the history of feelings and emotion
and if I fall and fail in play, I'll bleed
with the emptiness of a tidal ocean.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2017
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