I Want To Write a New Poem Today

This morning, inside my breast I feel that time is ebbing away speeding past like a runaway train the 16 waking hours of each day this loss leaves me reeling in pain the page before me is crisp white unmarred by pen or inked mark fading away in the sleepy night Like thunder, this beating heart bursting now with thoughts bound in unexpressed feelings held inside closed, uncharted ground If I could only somehow meld words in expressive illumination with sharp, image stamping verbiage I’d write a rhyming narration.