The Final Attack. Poem by Michael Gale

I walked upon this world since the time of my given, birth...
Wandering to absorb all knowledge, when i walk this Earth.

Words seem to come to me, more easily, when I stop to write...
To showcase of my talent's ease, and my poetic might.

Mental block can come at times, that I do not expect...
Like a tallest barbed wire, fence that, i reject.

As much as I try to scale it's resistant uphill, wall...
Sometimes to face, do I land, with flattened nose, I fall.

This aged memory, stalls to a stand still, when i reach to my, recall...
Inspiration overcomes all obstacles, when I fight my fall.

At last, I land, to win this war, of the worded battle...
Now, I am no longer predestined, to be lost as like, a wandering, misherded, type of cattle.

When my days are almost at it's total, end...
My keys won't be able, to emit, it's entered and pushed, motioning action of 'send.'

Story's end...
Unintentional, I not send.