A Poet's Lovely Ordeal

In my desk, I try to wonder...

How my mind goes too much farther?

Time by time, I think of words that rhyme,

Which will make a poem as lively as time.

Thinking, working, and sighing for a word

That brings a meaning for a magical world.

Sketching, writing, and editing my piece.

Trying to please my emotions at ease.

Poetry of magic and mystery,

How can I obtain such mastery?

Day and night, I long for a perfect you

Only to find out I have the wrong hue.

Why is it hard to make you complete?

It feels like I never frightened defeat

Nor defending my right to make a grieve

Nor traveling in a world of make believe.

But by the time comes that I have finished,

It feels like energy has been unleashed.

I can now enjoy my peaceful rest.

Towards my bed and away from my desk.