Where I want to be is never were I can be
Why is the forbidden always the one I can only see
In my sight but out of my reach
And now the memory hangs like a leach.

Take of thy desires
No one will be the wiser.

Withhold thine hand
You never know where sin will land.

To the voices ever near
To which do I give ear?
They do pester me at every choice
Which do you give the greater voice?

Let me expound upon
The words that happened before the dawn
It was between two poets
The one who was a fretful poet
The other was a friend a brother
Who now did encourage the other.

I read my poems                                                            ­                                    
And truth be told                                                             ­                               
I think them lame                                                             ­                                   
And there is no excuse                                                           ­                             
For me to use                                                              ­                                          
Any more time                                                             ­                                         
To write one more line.                                                            ­                          

                                     ­                                                  My dearest comrade
                                                                ­                          You’re not that bad
                                                             ­                         I’ve read your poetry
                                                          ­                                And it inspired me
                                                              ­                             Don’t stop writing
                                                         ­      Because it seems no fish are biting
                                                 I don’t know why you changed your view
                                              You once were as shiny as the morning dew
                                                             ­     But do not fear for you can come
                                                            ­                     And once again become
                                                          ­    Like the person, you now do shun.

But so much work and effort come                                                             ­   
If to poetry I run                                                              ­                                
To rhyme every day                                                              ­                          
In different ways just to say                                                              ­              
How I am feeling about the day.                                                             ­     
I love the language for it is to me                                                               ­   
A form of art that I can see                                                              ­              
And form some shapes with my words                                                      
However absurd!                                                          ­                                  
To paint a picture in the mind                                                             ­           
Oh, how divine!                                                          ­                                      
But alas, it is too sad                                                              ­                          
For I feel as though I am bad                                                              ­            
And I am tired of the same words                                                            ­    
Though many escape like the birds                                                            ­  
And fly away to by and by….                                                                 ­ 

                                                              ­                                 Oh dear brother
                                                                ­    Did you not hear your mother?
                                                         ­                         She did give her speech
                                                                ­    That we are to be like the beach
                                                           ­        Standing strong against the tide
                                                            ­   No matter how our hands are tied
                                                            ­                       And now comes doubt
                                                                ­ To crush thee and knock thee out
                                                        So stand strong and remember the joy
                                                   That you had with poetry like it were toy
                                                             ­                      Now pick up your pen
                                                             ­                            And go to your den
                                                             ­                   And write what you will
                                                            ­     No one could ever keep you still

And so the conversation ended
But this is for those who needed mended
A word of encouragement
For those who are in discouragement.