The Backyard Poet
Tonight my muse plays her game, letting my words drip onto the paper but slide quickly away. I know she’s there, I can see her just outside my reach. Luring me with her seductive sway.
Do Not Forsake Me
I cry and beg
I scream and bleed
But all to no avail
Why does she torment me
With hopes and dreams
When she knows that I will fail
She gives me enough
To keep me trying but
Never enough to succeed
What does she want
My soul…my life
Is there no answer to her greed
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Beautiful! She loves to play games!
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Thanks, she can be quite fickle and elusive at times.
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Hahaha I know this feeling 😉 Brilliant!
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Yes, Jerry, well put, that perpetual struggle to beat that block.
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Good questions, Jerry…
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