JGA (16 December 1943 / Nottingham)

External Force

My Mind now full, but weary,
My eyelids heavy with sleep,
But I'll not go to bed yet,
The words of this poem'll not keep.

As I put my pen to paper,
I know not what I write,
An External Force controls me,
But I'll not put up a fight.

I must have touched a nerve,
If one of those has HE,
By complaining in a poem,
That HE'd taken HIS Mind from me.

Have I invoked HIS anger?
I hope that I have not,
By cajoling HIM to help me
Unblock this Poets' Block.

My pen now glides along quickly,
This poem has finished fast,
I thank HIM for HIS help tonight,
As tonight, this is my last.

Copyright (c) Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 17 January 2006

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