Twenty-six letters offered to us, fail to combine and answer my pen's call
Time and again as I try to muster, the courage to show a poet's fall.
Words and forms creep up in unison, Till stars I see two dozen,
Staggered, I seek some road, To rid myself of some load. But, the door seems locked with a code.
Answers to this are not in sight But journey on as I might, I know that soon my pen will shed some light.