No Power In The Verse Can Stop Me NaPoWriMo 2025

I write each weary evening 
Bleary eyed and bleary souled 
I reach out hands reluctantly 
And tap into my phone 
It’s long gone past the time 
When most folks are safe in bed
Yet here I am 
And here I’ll stay
Til poetry is dead

Sometimes the words are there 
Whirrring, wheeling into place
But most nights it’s like a battle 
Or some heinous outpaced race 
No, yes, I do enjoy it 
For all I moan and whine 
I just wish the words would fall a tad more
Gracefully in line