Write

Write a poem

my brother said.

About your life

your fears, your dread.

Purge all the thoughts

within your head.

Write a poem

my brother said.

So I take to pen and paper now,

and ponder deeply,

wonder how,

to best describe my narrative,

the thoughts that in my head do swim.

I cast about and fail to find,

a composition to please the mind,

I turn instead and feel I might,

be satisfied to just plain write.