25 October 2012
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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