The Last Line

This poem is driving me crazy!
I want to get it just right!
I’ve gotten up quite early.
I’ve stayed up late at night.
It’s haunting me throughout the day.
It’s tauntingly just out of reach.
There’s a phrase I need here and there,
and it’s nagging me like a leech.
I ought to just rip it to shreds
and resume my life as before,
but I’m afraid as soon as I do,
the last line will waltz through the door!


December 10, 2018
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Dietrich Avatar
December 28, 2018 at 7:18 PM
this is just fantastic how you did this one. I love it!
Awtry Avatar
December 28, 2018 at 10:53 PM
Thank you :)
Faulkner Avatar
December 10, 2018 at 1:13 PM
I'll share a little secret - sometimes I write the last line first! And then write the rest in reverse!
Awtry Avatar
December 10, 2018 at 1:29 PM
Thank you, Michelle!
Blown Avatar
December 10, 2018 at 8:07 AM
did it? walk through the door?...lol : )
Awtry Avatar
December 10, 2018 at 8:12 AM
no!!! it's still out there somewhere :)
Krutsinger Avatar
December 10, 2018 at 7:53 AM
I can so relate to this! If i told you how many times I wake up, thinking of exactly the right line and LOSE it before I can jump out of bed, you would feel exhausted.
Awtry Avatar
December 10, 2018 at 7:57 AM
I am delighted to know I am in such good company! :)
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