Blank Page…
My mind a blank page,
Unusual for this old sage,
Wish I had something to say,
Instead I just sit here and pray…
Lost I do be,
Am unable to see,
No end to my loss for words,
Man this just freakin’ sucks,
It really is for the birds…
Not even can I force myself,
By calling upon my lil’ writers elf,
For help in writing something worthy,
My mind a blank page, wish I could write something earthy…
No ideas from Rufuz,
Nothing about the sea,
The weather so boring,
Even if I were paid a fee,
Could I keep you from snoring…
No reposts as I do not do that,
Don’t want to change what already has taken place,
If they are not good enough by now, I just refuse to go back,
Maybe instead of the write I should just work with lace,
For with a blank page in my head, I feel I have a great deal of space,
Between my ears, no brains do float anywhere within this cranium,
Damn I got to say I do feel like such an overall disgrace…
© ed ~ 9/30/04
Snap out of it and eat some more steak....and your green fumy muse might return...lol!!
Love STinka
I'm sure you will be back to your old self in no time at all! Hang in there!
Lisa