The Poetry I Fail To Write

No, my eyes won't shut albeit drooping into weariness, for they've set out in a journey Journey,whose destination is sung with the lyrics not known Journey,whose destination has grown from the seeds never sown Journey,whose destination is carved with the tools not sharp Yes, my eyes have cruised and often, were bitterly bruised yet they won't shut albeit drooping into weariness, for they dig out the words Words I flopped to scrawl Words so busy sewing faults Words I want to grip onto tight for the poetry I fail to write