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.