Saturday, May 14, 2016


My mind is blank
My eyes are tired
My shoulders are slumped
Sitting at this table pen in hand
Wanting to write but nothing is coming
Lines are begging to be filled in
Screaming crying laughing chanting
Out loud for words to fill their
In vain
Only trite worn out phrases come to mind
Considered, dismissed
Moving on
A precipice that I want to plunge from
But find that I can't

Push me