Like this stone in my living room <br />Cold impenetrable, void of words <br />Plague my vistas with nothing <br />Here I must prove viability <br />So the task far beyond the end <br />Is given prompting <br />On the path to be created <br />Endlessly voraciously grasping <br />At fleeting glances <br />Hoping one will stay <br />But they don't <br />Even this arduous melange <br />Tears at my mind searching <br />For the right words <br />Taking far too long <br />So now I must either wait patiently <br />Or give up.<br /><br />Rick Elpers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/creative-death/
