Words surround me, confound me
I’m lost in a land of syllables, miserable
Caught in a battle between image and metaphor
Overtaken by a need to express
Whilst gagged and bound up by vowels and consonants

These words refuse to sound themselves into a verse
That someone else can understand
I’m caught in the trap set by my tutor
I want to escape, dash out a line or two
But no matter how much I build a plan …

I stumble and fall
After all
I’m no fan
Of extended simile
My use of language is more mundane

A concrete representation of language that doesn’t fit into the abstract nature of poetry.