Poet's Block

Poet's RSI

Staring at the blank screen, fingers hovering above the keys,

This poet seems lost in a trance, his brain begins to freeze,

Waiting for inspiration to strike and  ideas to take flight,

Already seems like he has been sat there half the bloody night.

Suddenly, from nowhere ideas flood his mind, whirl around his brain,

Fingers, fast and furious tapping at the keys, words start to appear,

Lost deep within this moment he does not hear the rain

Lashing down outside the window, he is releasing all his fears,

Putting his thoughts on virtual paper, hoping they will make sense,

That when he has finally finished, it will be in the correct tense.

As he reads the results of his labour he feels tension in his hands,

His fingers are quite swollen now, the pain he cannot stand.

The agony is unbearable, he feels like he may die,

Worry not dear reader he has just contracted  Poet's RSI.

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Written by Vernicho ( 1 March 2013)  Copyright ( All Rights Reserved)