No rhyme, no rhythm, no reason; <br />No song for a special season; <br />No cause against which to rage; <br />Just wandering words down the page. <br />Unsteady hand on uneven line, <br />Tired body gives way to dull mind. <br /> <br />Insane irony of this process <br />Where much gives way to far less; <br />Where inspiration only conspires, <br />Ventures out during forgetful fires, <br />To leave me scavenging in cinders <br />Of would-be masterpieces and wonders.<br /><br />Roshni D'Souza<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-writing-process/
