Inspiration Waning

[trinsy]

My inspiration’s waning

As I sit down to write.

Just to get a simple sentence out

Will prob’ly take all night.

 

My inspiration’s fading

As my fingers begin moving.

To stop before I start to cry

Would prob’ly be behooving.

 

I try to vent frustration

In free verse most of the time.

For some reason, at the moment,

I have the urge to rhyme.

 

It really hasn’t gone so well;

This poem’s an atrocity.

Besides, I’d rather write a book

That becomes a monstrosity.

 

But my inspiration’s disappeared,

Relocated, is simply gone;

I’m sitting here asking myself,

“How did it go so wrong?”

Comments

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Ohh. Feel better. Some A lot of things suck, but I'm sure it'll change. :/