Sitting lookingat an empty page
wondering what to write
mind draws a blank
gibberish and hen scratches
is it all for naught
although it maybe something
the meaningless lines are winding down
filling the once empty page
is it a story or a poem
not that it matters, it works
to unblock the block
freeing the mind from it's trap
eyes strained from lack of sleep
body aches from the nights work
it's all over till the morrow
with the cycle of the everyday begins anew
the birth of a new mood
what will it be, which emotion
the sun shines brightly in the window
pull the covers tighter
let the weariness and groggy mind wake
the day goes as all have gone
sitting down comfy and content
the page once empty is now complete
Sunday, May 30, 2004
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