I've sat here for at least an hour, <br />Trying to make every word right, <br />But my brain is slowly losing power, <br />As I write on through the night. <br /> <br />Tapping my pencil repetitively, <br />Occasionally staring at the clock, <br />It's good I'm not writing competitively, <br />Because now I have writer's block! <br /> <br />A few deep breath's calm the soul, <br />But my eye's slowly begin to burn, <br />Yet I'm determined to reach my goal, <br />If only the gear's in my brain would turn! <br /> <br />I look at my page with a gleaming smile, <br />As I realize I've created my own art, <br />And have learned a secret how to compile; <br />Think not from your mind, but from your heart.<br /><br />Christal Blue<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poet-s-thoughts-2/
