War of the Words
by Daniel J MacTaggart
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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About my eternal struggle to fidn the words I seek.
The first and last of wars I wage
My battleground an unwritten page
My pen an arrow, My blood the ink
The losses held in what I think
I cry in vain for what death holds
The memories lost in pages folds
The ghosts of battle that haunt unseen
Taunting with what could have been
A personal battle with time is fought
Making all my work seem naught
I fight the sleep, but still it comes
A battle lost with each set sun
The battle lost, but war not through
For tomorrow the siege begins anew.
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|Reviewed by Michelle Mead
|Yes, I think this is a familiar land and war for us all, nice job.|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|And with each passing day the battle continues....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|You got it right, Daniel. A lot of us have been there, all too often.|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Worth it though, the eternal struggle to pen brilliance on the page - are we as good as we think we are? Perhaps, most likely not, but who cares: the words are winning. :) Well written, Daniel, I love this one, one that many authors will identify with.
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.