sometimes the words just won't come,
usually when i'm sitting in front
of a keyboard with all the elements
laid out before my eyes
like a bunch of puzzle pieces
with an infinite number
of possible arrangements,
none of which form coherent images

and other times
the words just won't
stop -
they harass me
at night
in bed,
won't let me sleep
they harass me
on my way to work
they harass me
at work
they harass me


Poetry by Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-04-18 at 22:24

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I know both feelings. Well said.