Writer Re-Blocked

 

Thought I'd write a poem today,
Just like I've done before.
I feel a bit more positive,
Life ain't as much a bore.
But now I really must protest,
And get it all off my chest.
Cos If I don't I'll never rest.
But the words just, still won't come!

 

All goes well, and all goes fine,
Just like it has before.
Then I struggle to make it rhyme,
It's now become a chore.
This Poetry lark, well it's ok,
I try to do it, at least once a day.
And I know the bills, it won't pay.
But still, I like the challenge!

 

A very good friend, called Angela.
A fellow poet too,
She lives someplace in Canada,
Wordsmith, through and through.
She's the one that lit the fire,
She's the one who, re-inspired.
All these hours, are making me tired,
Of trying to write a poem.

 

And yet again, I seem to fail.
My world of words is turning black.
And if it weren't, for who I am,
I would give myself the sack.
I don't know why the words won't come
I'm only writing to have some fun
I'll keep on trying until kingdom come
And try to write a poem.

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