Writin' is Fightin'

Writin' is Fightin'

I've waited too long for a time to be,

sublime. A torrent of time ensued, dreams,

eroded, corroded by lack of confidence.

Dents in my mental made me wish I had a rental,

but times I ceased to pick up a pen stopped,

being coincidental.

A single hand grasping at silt,

used to be young now wilted,

can hardly grasp at ghosts,

but hosts of ideas ever-haunt,

and taunt in dreams,

so all I can do is write,

no matter how ridiculous,

it all seems.

-wanderinjase 10/3/2015