Rough Draft Craft

I could write until the end of the universe

trying to describe you.

Word after word,

Line after line,

Filling notebooks and journals

with simile

metaphor

description

and rhyme.

I could compare you to anything- committed

to a degree unknown by the human mind.

Pen after pen bleeding sacrificially

the smell of ink flowing with thought and word

through eras of time.

I could tell a million stories!

Simple ones with funny characters

or maybe a complex thoughtful allegory.

My parables and fables are quite charming

my wit is sharp and disarming

As I aim to alleviate the pain

of your emotional scarring

I record in past, present and future tense

with twists turns and mystery so please read because

I promise it won’t be boring.

But having being blessed with an exception

to the laws of time

Aging bothers me not

as I feverishly jot

Trying to coin the perfect phrase

Or the most beautiful and elegant sentence

Ending in a single, simple dot.

As the cosmos and eternity pass me by

I worry that I’m missing my shot.

Because of the gravity of the task at hand!

And to be honest?

It’s kind of tough.

Not only is my hand cramping,

But I’m starting to wonder if my words are,

…. I don’t know,

Up to snuff?

Because even if I wrote until time was no more

And when reality resigned

she took with her all of my stuff

except my pen, my desk, my book and my thoughts

I would still come up short

because there is no more accurate description

of you

than this hypotheticals polar opposite-

“You are enough”.

– ghostfacepoet