A Writer’s Lament

I used to write poetry
I used to have voices in my head
I used to let them out play
To be verses instead
Now the words feel stilted
I’ve shut them out too long
They’ve gone away
And now I pray
For what I’d long cursed as wrong

Come back to me my darling
Bring your crazy maniacal laughter
I long to hear your words flow
Like a river in its bed
Come trickle through the rocks
Come trip through my forest
Tear down these walls
And tumble before us
Please find your way back to me
I promise you are welcome

Copyright 2014 TL Jacobson


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