"Writer's Block" 10 - 19 - 02
i stare at it
brainstorm, think
but no thoughts
hit the brink
no traffic to
waiting fingers
eyes still fixed
they linger
i feel the thought
thinking fast
trying to catch a
moments flash
they still hold
poised in air
then i fold
give in to despair
no more writing
not this night
i retire to sleep
losing my sight...
Gotta hate those one-night stand poems...
They'll get you everytime.
I have a few thoughts in my head, even some clever titles...
But now I must write them, and everytime I go to do that, I'll sometimes forget I'm writing.
Clever, though. Love it.