It's Pain Not To Write Poem by Patti Masterman

It's pain not to write-
I'm blooming, let me be
To fight my own fight

How clever, to be
Always right;
Or else, fit to be tied
In the pale moonlight

Ties come unbound
When you're on the ground:
In some full moon, I'll drown

Write the pain blooming,
It's not always me-
I'm my own clever fight

How right, to be pale
Under tied moonlight,
Unbound, unbind

Drowned, when you're full:
Moon on the ground

Drown moon, full in
Grounded, unbound
And moonlight pale

Tied in fits
Always right;
Though too clever, to fight

Fight I? fight me? and how
Let me be, let me bloom
Write no pain

Ground by moon
Full, when you're drowned
Unbind, unbound

Moonlight tied under
Pale be to right
How clever, to fight

On my own, always
Or if I'm not me:
When it blooms,
Pain writes.