Today I wanted to write some poetry,
but when I sat down nothing came to me.
I couldn't write one single line,
Or more than a few syllables combine.
It really was quite frustrating,
as I sat there debating,
and that page remained unchanging.
It was definetly perplexing,
while my words sat there fermenting,
as I was mentally preparing.
I was determined to write something grand,
a brilliant masterpiece, from my own hand.
But I thought... and I thought...
and all my efforts led to naught.
The page remained blank,
and my heart sank.
Surely this writer's block will someday pass...
Because its really becoming a pain in my ass!
About the Creator
Nocturnal Musings
A sister, a lover, a wife, a mother. A teller of tall tales & one-liners. A fan of beaches & small diners. I love trees & my furbabies. I love my life, though its a bit crazy. Won't trade it for the world. Here I am, unfurled.
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