Tuesday, September 6, 2011


This block has been hard to crack
Writing with a troubled pen
Navigating through life's detours
Mind soar from worries
Fingers ache to dance with pen
Words fall woefully short
Inspiration stays eluding this grasp
What am I to do sitting in limbo?
Wasting away time while being idle
Life seems to forgotten this poet
Or is it this poet has forgotten life?