so many words are caught and trapped
inside the
motivational bowels of my thoughts
and with each
mental cramp, I fear another
one has been
released upon which I must
respond or be
forever doomed to receive no more;
and if, there
were to be the case, have no idea
about what I
would ever do these days of mine
that are
sometimes spent away from words
and thoughts and
feelings that ring so true
inside lofty
sentiments that bear no name
or no
resemblance to their authors, but which
flow like honey
due down the thighs of time
in which I have
cast myself these last few years.
24May16
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