Words

The Empty page
He sneers at me
Telling me
I have nothing to say,
My writing's no good,
I never get
My thoughts straight.
I never win the battle with words.

Words
They are my enemies
I must wrestle with them
Catch them by the hair
So they can't slip out of my grasp

I pin them to the mat
Flat on their back
Make them say
What I want them to say

And to the page
I laugh at him
And cover his face
With my thoughts
My images
My music

My words.