Today the words come free and easy
Tomorrow I’ll forget what I wrote
It’s scary to think I’ll never know
What’s in that castle, surrounded by that moat?
Comments come and I have to go back
To read the piece that was part of my heart
What’s the answer why this is happening?
That I have to go back to the very start
Ease my fears and say I’m not alone
This anxiety never goes away
Should I accept this as it is now?
Is there anything else left to say?
© 2012 Michael Yost 3/8
You’re preachin’ to the choir here…boy, I tell ya…
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Good I’m not alone. smiles
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“This anxiety never goes away”
I relate. Very much so.
“Should I accept this as it is now?”
This question can apply to a multitude of things. Great depth.
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Thanks for including a couple of the lines so I didn’t have to go back and read it!! smiles…
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Accept the anxiety as it is now. Even we are like you. Even we have days when poems spill out in a stroke of inspiration and days when we have to give up in frustration. I love the metaphor of the castle. Really good poem.
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Thanks for the input. I think we all need a certain amount of reassurance from our peers. I believe a lot of us are the madmen(people) alone on top of the mountain trying to get our messages listened to.
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LOL. Someone asked me a few weeks back to tell them some of my poetry, aka spontaneously recite it. My mind was TOTALLY blank. I also have multiple note books that I write down random ideas in. Often when I go back, I have no recollection of where the idea came from. Too many ideas. So little time.
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I can see that happening. All my notes are in the computer.
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When I was a kid, Michael, I was used as the family’s phone directory as I had an amazing ability to remember all kinds of numbers. Alas, now I have to write stuff down or it’s lost in that ocean where people our age lose their thoughts. 🙂 I couldn’t recite a single one of my poems without it being there in front of me.
Nice piece of writing.
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Thanks for the info and for every ones input. I don’t feel… I don’t feel… Oh hell. Forget it.
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