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I set out to write

The world’s best poem



A poem of unmatched flow

Words plucked and arranged

Glittering like a lady’s brow





They were right there my thoughts

Before I planned, putting them to paper

Where did they go?





These alphabets on my key board

Appear strange

They fail to form words

Why? I don’t know



I labour for rhythm and rhyme

Exasperated I give up

It happens all the time



They swirl and twirl in my mind

Chains upon chains of nucleic acid links

In moments of solitude

Or when I walk the corridors



Waiting impatiently

Beckoning

To go on paper



To form poetry and verses

The likes of which have never been before



But now I sit lost

With no ideas



No forms



Nothing



Alas the tribulations

Of life

Take their toll.



Death knell

To the world’s best poem