I'm trying to write enough
material for the week
on this now manic Monday
that should be far too meek.
I am trying to manufacture
enough genuine inspiration
to write enough down
without the current hesitation.
It seems to be an attempt
(or more accurately an undertaking)
that hopefully will not end
in another failed forced faking.
Even when trying to use
literary devices for enhancement
to lure myself and others
into some kind of reading enchantment.
I fail to capture my own
[and surely others] imagination(s)
like trying to get married
without any of the preparation.
I have some rough ideas
to put on these papers
about personal experiences
and the fantasized capers
but unfortunately a start
does not guarantee a finish
as these outlines of ideas
fade and otherwise diminish.
The clock is running out
on a-too-ambitious-goal
that's plan has so many faults
with nothing to fill the holes.
It appears as if I must now face
a Tuesday with prayers and hopes
that find accomplished hopes, reached dreams
instead of the need for help to cope.
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