My Writer Soul Hole
Often I get lost alone drifting in thought
If I’m honest I find myself here a lot
In this place anything can happen or naught
It’s a vast world inside with an endless plot
Within this library like world I am free
To do or be anything and chase the sea
This place that’s in my head stores all of me
It’s where I visualize how I’ll soon spree
I keep the knowledge I’ve learned on shelves as books
There is a custodian that cleans it’s nooks
My monster plays adventuring by it’s brooks
This place has a hole from which my demon looks
In that hole my fond muse begs for reprieval
It’s a place of shifting peace and upheaval
Where the best of me awaits my retrieval
As I write I dip pen in hole primeval
Sometimes I reach too deep into my soul hole
This time I pulled out a nasty naughty knoll
Or possibly it was a sly nave or troll
Maybe even a dark and filthy wild groll
Out it came clinging to my pen with gnarled staff
The stave it wielded cast a twisting dank laugh
Then he slashed and stabbed at gut with putrid gaff
His aim attempting to cleave me right in half
The disenthralled beast consumed with snarl tusked gaze
It’s grunts injected my mind’s eye with a maze
A mesmer slinging spells evoking a daze
That cur’s enchantments set my tired brain ablaze
With the last of my fortitude and pure luck
I returned spry snarls of my own spitting guck
Weak as my charms turned his roar into a cluck
Changing the brute into a chicken to pluck