Poe It, Nevermore

 

 

 

 

Poe It, Nevermore

I sit and write,

Till late at night,

To quell persistent fears,

I’ll not be there,

To fully share,

The thoughts between my ears.

I know full well,

It’s hard to tell

The source, but even worse;

Try to explain,

Why my old brain,

Erupts in rhyming verse.

I can’t restrain,

The speeding train,

Of a relentless mind.

I can but ask,

It do its task,

And finally unwind.

Because I sit,

And write, to wit,

Complete my nightly chore;

Poe might have said,

When off to bed:

“For tonight — Nevermore.”

Mick McKellar

June 2014

I know it’s late, I just can’t help myself — I have to get it out of my head, or lose it.

Mick