Late night, I try to write;
My little rhyming verse;
I do not seem, to have the sight;
My inactivity seem to be my curse,
Squeezing another word my pen doesn’t move,
Trembling hands, again I scratch it out,
My mind refuses to find that groove;
So silently I curse and shout,
Slowly remembering my once known style,
But simple words do escape;
and so I force my own denial;
It will be done, it will be done, oh for goodness sake!
I do not have any more words to express,
My block unplugged and it leaves this mess..