“ A Mind ” ~ at bay ~

 

I can but seek

What did so pique

A mind to stray,

Thus which entreats

I quickly learn

Absence of nous,

And spare delay

For one wants find

A place infusive,

To compose lines

Of peerless words

In myriad waves,

That means tell

A story well,

Of enduring fit

Beyond the grave,

The while I ponder

Ought I admit,

At bay said mind

Be dolefully mine…

 

Hence till I find,

I’m made to live

This sorry state,

That set a mind

So far at bay,

Those many days

I’ve to exist

In wordless ways,

Concludes life be       

No longer of my say!                                  ode to all who write!


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