Cheating
Defeating
My own purpose.
By sinking
And drinking,
To make up
For the lack
Of natural knack
To rhyme and define
The thoughts
In my mind.
Now I can't find
The connection
In time,
A direction
Or sign,
Metaphorical crime.
Words were
Once mine
Now far behind
And struggle
And struggle
To juggle
My trouble,
Lost with
This loss
Bridges
To cross
Are we
Both lost?
Bridges
To cross.

 

Heather Zir 2002

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