Blank page glares at me!
Accusing, annoyed, without mercy!
My quill is mired in a deep well of thoughts.
The link between mind and paper…lost!
Ah! But my stubborn muse, overbearing at times,
Is not pleased! She is unwavering in her role.
Heartlessly pestering me, she is complacent,
For she knows her resolve will triumph!
It always does! It just did!
© Annabel Sheila
Daniel
Great poem about the poets lot, my wee friend.
Blessings,
Christine
Regis
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Your friend, Mark