I’ Museless

Forces rise to stay the syntax,

another trip around the block.

Elusive concepts avoiding climax,

another tick on a timeless clock.


I sit and stare as words come worthless;

no one cares if the photo’s nice.

Feeling expectant, yet remaining birthless,

verbiage’s umbilical tight; wrapped twice


Syllabically strangled and tongue is tied

prosaically entangled while lacking in luster.

Poetically challenged and magnified

by few hackneyed lines managed to muster.


Still  forging ahead against the grain,

regardless of outcome continue to scribe.

Ink spills sloppy, but all the same,

for the sake of  words, risking diatribe.


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