Insights are hard to come by
Inspirations even harder, sigh
Poems are the hardest to write
I haven't written one in a while
Is this what they call
Writer's block? No
It's laziness, that's all
And that's the deadliest foe
The greatest way ever, to me
To overcome this, I reckon
Is to just see and be
Taste, hear, count seconds
There goes a pretty butterfly
It's matrix of colours
Inspiring me to try
And I build word towers
I see the hourglass
The sand falling and falling
Until the spent grains amass
And there it sits, mocking
Taunting me, until I picked up my pen
Out flow the words of how and when
I've lost all my lifetime
Hours turn to years
Until the death bells chime
My longing turns to tears
By the way
It was all a poem
I'm still whole
My brain ready to roam
The next best way
Is to question, question
Do that, don't delay
And get answers with passion
See where it goes
Someplace good, I'm sure
And, voila, we have a poem
Just like I assured
~dedicated to @explorer_2006~
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Wayward Thoughts
PoesíaWell wielded words work wonders. ~ Wayward thoughts expressed through lines that rhyme ~ "..We fall in and out of love, Run in and out of time. We are Survivors, With nagging scars And half empty jars. We are Survivors. "
