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I Write

I Write

That which springs from my muse I write
To illuminate minds and set it forth right

At least that is what I try to do
FYI... between me and you

At times the words make a jumbled mess
The jam up my thoughts and bring so much stress

Then comes that internal combat of the mortal kind
Which wins, my muse, or the tangled words I find

This way and that, back and forth, and yet nothing works
Delete and try again, hoping to get past these maddening quirks

The words fight back
They force me off track

I attack from the flank, but to no avail
I retreat, regroup, and charge, but I fail

I feel the fire in my mind burning my head
As I pile more words on the pyre of the burning and the dead

I come again for another attack, but still no luck
Why do the words fight me so, I feel dunbstruck

My eyes grow weary and my energy may fade 
Sometimes tomorrow sees what was broken get remade

Tomorrow again I will try
This is do or die

Here I am the master
Yet the words can become a disaster

Then I find a new path, and clear the way
For this is a new day

The tangled words can only lose
Becuase for me to quit...I refuse!

In the end, no matter how long it may be
On top of this mountain there will be me

Copyright © Thomas Binford | Year Posted 2024

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