Sometimes
I can't spell
What it is
I need to write.
Sometimes
I can't breathe
Within the twisted
Confines of my night.
Sometimes
I
Don't
Dream
About what holds
Me awake.
Sometimes
A ragged rage
Lying submissive
Underneath
Layers of torment
Takes my words prisoner.
Refusing to let them go
Until I begin.
It is then that
Sometimes
I
Can't
Spell
What it is
I
Need
To
Write.
(8-14-73)
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