Words don’t always come
Sometimes my mine is lonesome
At times Poets feel they aren’t Poets
Storms torment the spirit
It feels like a detour having a blockage
Emotions sealed like a hidden trap door
The battles between the words and sentences
No beginning. Nor ending
Sustain within
Loss for expression
One letter at a slow call
Unable to respond
Inspiration down
The Poet being nowhere to be found
Failure in own right
Poet relishing plight
The battle strong and intense
A Poet’s life could very well be past tense
Words missing the bull’s eye
All a Poet can do is cry
Letters from words
Mind and voice, we need to talk
Every pause is a Poet’s stalk
There must be a mindset
Writing is about creating the effect
Then something happens behind the Poet’s words
They construct
Suddenly encouragement comes from Poetry readers
Writing and sentences come back
The battle is no longer a struggle
Echoes comes to the Poet, “Come back to the writing saddle”
Be a Poet you are meant to be
Be committed and devoted for the world to continue to see
Poet in
Writing boldly out
Insight
Poet back