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
Copyright © P.S. Awtry | Year Posted 2018
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