Poetry

Stop Running! (#601)

Lines are escaping me,
Why must they flee?
I just want to finish this,
Alas, no such bliss,
The lines dance away,
Wherever they may,
Everywhere but where I want,
Why are they on their chaotic jaunt?
Be like a dog and heal!
Or at least upon my page like a wheel,
Come back here this instant, do you hear?
Is it my poem’s outcome they fear?
Why do they run as they do?
To their soles add some glue!
I wish them to stop where they stand,
I need their helping hand,
This poem must get done,
Why must they run?

Any Thoughts?

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