Robert Pettit Poet Rhyme

I Persevere

Words burn through my cortex every now and then.
I try to get them on paper through my pen.
However, they do not seem to come out again.
It comes down to a matter of where and when.
Throughout the night, they often keep me awake.
Extracting them is the next step I must take.
The words I want to use are not always clear.
Struggles sway between audacity and fear.
Somehow, the fruits of my labor ripen here.
In a perpetual world, I persevere.

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John Loving Iii April 3, 2012 at 7:33 PM my advice, keep pen and paper handy. because the forgot stay forgotten.

Poet Destroyer A April 3, 2012 at 1:04 PM excellent rythem and form on this awesome poem always p.d.

Ilene Bauer April 3, 2012 at 8:24 AM well said! sometimes i jump out of bed just to jot down a line or two that's come to me on the verge of sleep. glad you've gotten down the "fruits of your labor" here!

Bojosi Ditshwele April 3, 2012 at 1:48 AM WoW! i sometimes experience that too Robert. A lovely poem and i enjoyed reading it.