A BLANK PAGE
My mind has trouble conveying my thoughts
To my hand and the pen that I hold
I try to put the words onto paper
So my poem can begin to unfold.
But alas my hand still grips the pen
No words on paper have I scribed
My thoughts seem to be running rampant
I can't seem to get them organized.
I search and struggle for the words
They use to come to me so easily
But now my pen rests upon the paper
My thoughts are striving to be free.
I want to tell you of certain things
Some magical and some that are true
I want my words to take you there
It's your imagination you need to pursue.
Words, I pray, do not elude me
But right now my pen sits idly by
My paper is blank and I'm confused
As I sit here and continue to sigh.
You'll have to wait to read my words
As my hand refuses to write
Somehow the message is being blocked
So I might as well say good-night!'
But maybe tomorrow they'll be in sync
And the words will begin to flow
I'll have that poem for you to read
And then your imagination can grow.
So stick around and please don't leave
Hang with me for another day
I know the words will eventually come
There's so much I have to say.
Written by: Chee Chee Martin