Poet's Curse

I see my words as a weak array,
Of all the things I'd like to say.
Not good enough for light of day, 
Sometimes I wish they'd go away.
Yet with me they will always stay, 
For me to lose them would bring hell to pay. 
So to these words my mind will stray,
And by grace of God be what they may.

Reviews

[Looouise]

"I see my words as a weak array,
Of all the things I'd like to say." - Definitely not weak, perfectly getting the point across in a poetic way. I like the topic of this poem, and how you've actually written a poem about it. :] It's great.

I especially like the last two lines, it's like there's nothing you can do about it because the right words aren't coming, so you just have to rely on what's there and what they say. :]

Well, that's what I get from the poem anyways. :]