I Havn'T a Clue

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.