Poetic Completion

Wake of day; the birth of unease My ink's drought, a fear at worst The sound of a heartbeat, persisting A passion wounded; salvaged by praise. Structure is found, a thought is lost Difficulty admitted, my body numbed The end may be now; writer's block is desired Forgetting lines, forgetting life. Hindrances to my growth, never not present If not my memory, than monotony The drive I have, denied a forward Decisions to quit, hollowed by comments. Afraid I may be, but friends have I still Complimenting my lines; complementing my incomplete stanzas.