Oh! They torment me so
these words –
that fly before my eyes, like birds
the din they create -flapping
their sturdy wing
As I watch- away they go
They swim before my weary eyes
Alphabets garbled – they watch me struggle
Writhing in pain; I wriggle
To keep afloat
While they, mute, observe my sinking boat
But they do not yield or drop their guise
All I want, is to weave a story –
Or string a verse
Is this then, not a dreadful curse
That they turn away
And do not stay
Unfeeling Words- Oh! They show no mercy.
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