Words swirl in my head,
but I cannot seem to pin them down.
My muse is far away and
My poetry is not always kind.
I dismiss is it all to write this,
Without the means to express,
The sight of you in my dreams,
Nor the repetitive feels.
It is out of physical reach,
Built on imagination, not steel.
Something incomprehensible,
Beyond this restricted realm,
Yet I somewhat fight,
To obtain a little grasp.
Over this mental excursion,
And the awkward wrap.
©dina.nass
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