Words

my muse has left, gone;
my mind blank like that of a fawn...
why this happened, I know not
in my life's story, which has no plot...

this poem, reminiscent of Seuss
in the rhyming alone, is what I deduce
since this blank mind
can think of nothing but to bind

my thoughts to a page
and for that page to be my cage
but will this very cage be my ticket--
that very golden path--out of this thicket

of my mind's construction, the maze
in which I twist and stumble in a daze
among creatures of my making, of light,
and of darkness, lurking in the night...

both attack with different means;
never the same twice...and my soul keens,
yearning to stay in the bright glow
of health and happiness...I know

that I may return to the dark side
but that idea, I don't want to abide:
and so I am restless, my mind churning
with thoughts that reel, burning...

they leave their scars
on the walls of my head, my heart; bars
on my way to true joy
though one special boy

brings me there...past the haunts
and past the fears and taunts;
the one person who can break the spell
and has, is too far to tell...

forever, it seems, I wander
among my dreams, and I ponder
the world, and life and love
and how it all weighs less than a dove

yet more than an whale
and in this distorted tale
of love and all things misunderstood
I find peace; I thought I never could...