When I write
It doesn't come as freely
As I would like
My mind is at war
and Its for freedom I fight
An abundance of words
For my deliverance in verse
Within my mind
I acquire to find
A collection
Distributing perfection
Like a plug to a socket Creating the cause to shock it
Renounce to pounce on rhyme As in this world of mine
Time ceases
It no longer releases
Its chime
This battle I will fight
The words I wish to write
And in this timeless
World of mine
Time efficiency reigns divine
Then the direction
That magical collection Wondrous in perfection, Inhibits cause for protection
These words I intensely chase
Life is my lesson
The words
My hurt
My confession
My daily must do direction
Daniel Hing 22.10.12
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