Inspirational, Poetry


Even if you’re on the right track, you’ll get run over if you just sit there – Will Rogers 

Words fail me

Do they really? No, that’s not it

I’ve got the words

Playing over and over in my head

Coursing through my veins like fire and ice

Waiting to be poured out and spasm out of control

I’ve got the words

But I’ve had to hold them and I’ve held them, too long, for so long

Now they’re spooling out all on their own, out of control 

See I’ve got the words

But it seems unlikely, impossible even

To stitch them together, to make any sense of them

I scribble and I curse and I toss out;

And this has kept me in a constant state of frenzy

Just like the feeling you get waiting on a sneeze that never comes

 

 

 

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