i wield to yield

i just watched another

crumbled page as it hit the rim.

i heard the muffled sound of "try"

as it fell on in.

the subtle sound to symbolize

a try at my surrender.

the not so subtle sound

to symbolize a failed attempt.

i've watched the sun as it so slow

traversed along the wall.

and still, another raging sunset

has beat me to the fall.

why is it so hard to succeed

at this surrender...

why is it so hard to write this down?

here i go again...

i wield emotions into poetry.

i try to gain some strength

by metaphors and rich sincerity.

here i go again...

dressing up

what is best undressed.

here i go again...

making more,

what was better less.

why can't i just say what i mean?

......

okay - finally, surrender.

there in ink, there lies the proof.

something true has been laid down...

and there is release, effect of truth.