My Writer Soul Hole

Often I get lost alone drifting in thought

If I’m honest I find myself here a lot

In this place anything can happen or naught

It’s a vast world inside with an endless plot

Within this library like world I am free

To do or be anything and chase the sea

This place that’s in my head stores all of me

It’s where I visualize how I’ll soon spree

I keep the knowledge I’ve learned on shelves as books

There is a custodian that cleans it’s nooks

My monster plays adventuring by it’s brooks

This place has a hole from which my demon looks

In that hole my fond muse begs for reprieval

It’s a place of shifting peace and upheaval

Where the best of me awaits my retrieval

As I write I dip pen in hole primeval

Sometimes I reach too deep into my soul hole

This time I pulled out a nasty naughty knoll

Or possibly it was a sly nave or troll

Maybe even a dark and filthy wild groll

Out it came clinging to my pen with gnarled staff

The stave it wielded cast a twisting dank laugh

Then he slashed and stabbed at gut with putrid gaff

His aim attempting to cleave me right in half

The disenthralled beast consumed with snarl tusked gaze

It’s grunts injected my mind’s eye with a maze

A mesmer slinging spells evoking a daze

That cur’s enchantments set my tired brain ablaze

With the last of my fortitude and pure luck

I returned spry snarls of my own spitting guck

Weak as my charms turned his roar into a cluck

Changing the brute into a chicken to pluck