Mind's Lacuna

Open space within an embrace My trials are almost done Executioner tales I failed While the rest I don't recall Poetry became a backbone Each time my eye struck twelve A masterpiece I strive for But humbly feel I've failed A pen stroke feeds into my shadow As memory's are still returned From a cracked skull to my knife's old home My fingers and wrist still motion Moving slowly in a off form of cursive Trying again and again into ageless times To compose a mockery of rhymes Simply stating what my mind tells me I've beheld A memoir of a death-less writer While I write I forget To read or hear What my hands have written Or my heart has feared Tis a trial of errors I can hardly come to believe That while victory instilled fear My poetry brought motion Gave a sense to my background Something to which, I had no notion Short but sweet I try to achieve But my execution is always due As I cannot fail to meet The standards I feel true I pushed so high to exceed But can't help to decide Enough's enough, my mind says Because within the gap of my head A small serenity raised true As I put pen to paper My eyesight tracked down To begin to read as I write It beckoned a small shout My poetry I can’t read But only write As my head cannot conceive What mysteries are contained within The gap that has completed my mind