I sit here at my desk <br />trying to figure out a line to write, <br />inspiration seems to have deserted me tonight. <br />I hear no strings of love; <br />feel no emotions deep, <br />just a blank paper in front of me. <br />Each word I write seems to stop there, <br />no further words follow. <br />I’m in despair. <br />What happed to the happy words I want to write, <br />the feelings I want to express? <br />Gone I’m afraid for tonight. <br />Let us hope they return <br />at tomorrows dawning light.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-a-blank-page-in-front-of-me/
