Where are the words I need
The ones that I bleed
Which take me away
To that distant place
That I haven't seen
For two whole days
Because I got busy
And lacked the time
To make the rhyme
But I have the time now
So why am I sitting here
At my computer desk
Staring at the screen
Like the last damn thing
That I can do
Is write a simple verse
And that's not right
Because that's my jam
So what I am
Without my little jaunts
That make me special more
Than I could ever hope to be
Without this good
Not that I'm freaking out
By any means
Save that I am
Because I've never struggled before
To rhyme the words I rhyme
And anything more
Than three long days
Without my goodful trips
Is too damn long
And smacks of a wrong
Like someone's cheating me
And denying me my poetry
Which ain't right at all
So if this is
Like all other things
That are most unfair
I'll never get it back
Which would surely be
A travesty
Made all the worse
That I got to know it at all
Of course that's just a story
With which I thought
To scare myself
Like I could go
Longer than a day
Without coming here
To enjoy the view
That I'm blessed to witness
When so ever
I do my special thing
And truly yes
With no end in sight
Of writing verse
Meaning what it means
I can't possibly think
Of another pursuit
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