Gone missing once again from the safety of the written word
Ripped away from the comfort of the blanket of others creativity
Time will only tell how long I will struggle through the dark night
Without these moments of satisfaction provided by artistic light
It seems the harsh realities of this monotonous daily existence
Have stolen me away from the protection on my beloved words
Tick tock, tick tock, as the clock on the wall so torturously taunts
I have no time to seek shelter in the shadows of my favorite haunts
I shall return to roam the jungle I rule over with strength and pride
Once the dust has settled and the air is again safe to deeply inhale
Bringing the familiar swagger of an artistic view back to the pages
Hopefully showing signs of my influences from fools and from sages
JMC813 