I can hold it no longer,
It’s hold on me is getting stronger,
I fight it with all my strength,
I resist and go to great lengths,

But I am weak in front of it,
By now my face is writ with it,
I seek refuge in my verse,
Hoping it will help it disperse,

I think it’s working,
I am alert and thinking,
The verse is doing its bit,
My face is no longer with it writ,

It’s my fault actually,
I forgot my book really,
Or else what’s writ in the book,
Never allows for this look,

That’s the power of the written word,
Slays it’s hold on me like a sword