A ShorT Poem on When Writers Block Comes By Unannounced. |
You can write Even in a fit of spite. You can write, In a beautiful bright light. Or you can write, A story with a dark knight. But what could you write When you have no delight No idea what to incite And nothing to state outright? You have no idea tonight, No idea what to write You might as well go into a state of fright And you feel like you will never be alright Even if you get your ideas at midnight Or even try to write with all your might With writers block you will always be stuck having to rewrite But it still does not come out right Despite you best efforts and using websites Even they don't help you write. You feel so lost with nothing to write With nothing to make you overexcite You know your onsite Of the horrible writer block every day and twilight Not lost in thought, not up all night, and not having to overwrite It is painful, worse then a scorn, and nothing is alight Time is dragging, writing one word a hour, knowing you have nothing other then the night No matter how much you fight. Then out of nowhere, you get a spark of hope, a idea to write! You have a way to take flight! A way to cite, A way you can hit writers block with smite! You know it is your right, To write. You can finely feel as free as a kite! You can see it behind the curtain, see the sunlight. You can write, write, write, and write, Without having to rewrite, Or to not know what to incite You can once again stay up till twilight Letting yourself overwrite And keep on hitting writers block with smite Now, despite Writers block best efforts, it can't stop you from a good long write Not with a word or a big fright. Once again you can excite, Nothing stopping you from writing with incite You feel the delight That you can't fight? That's because your hitting writers block with might and smite! |