When words don’t come
And you bang your head
And stare till blood
Blots your papery vision
And the nib pricks your skin
A drop of delicious blue
And you think so hard
But words don’t come
So you keep your pen
Until words do come.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
When words don’t come
And you bang your head
And stare till blood
Blots your papery vision
And the nib pricks your skin
A drop of delicious blue
And you think so hard
But words don’t come
So you keep your pen
Until words do come.
I feel like this every time I get a prompt that I don’t want to do. But still we go on holding our pens. Nice work.
Thanks. This was my last poem for half marathon and these were the only true feelings flowing from my pen.