I'm writing in circles
my mind pliant
to ridiculous words
that choose to course
down any lane
in my brain
and I type constantly
and click on Backspace
defiant to relearn
the art of writing
poetry.

But it not my brain
that fails
but something within me
that refuses to place
itself where it should be
so that I can feel things right
and not keep up restlessly
flailing my figurative limbs
looking around for inspiration

wanting to write,
poetry.