The air is cool as I sit down to write.My hands shake as I turn on the light.As I wonder what I should say. Night has passed given over to day.
I look at the clock as it keeps ticking on. But as I get up all thought has gone. Nothing to write, the sun fading fast. Opportunity gone. My thought didn't last.
Have I lost the spark that started the fire? Have I grown old and lost my desire? Have all the words dryed up in my head? Has the poets words all from me been bled?
I watch as the day falls back into night.Yet still I can't find the words to write. Nothing I put down seems to rhyme. I need to sleep I've run out of time.
So I guess I've got to go lay down. I have no words, nothing is all I found. So I better sleep the day is at end. Tomorrow may be better so tomorrow I'll try again.
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-12-27 02:42:15
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