Another blank page,
Staring at it hours on end.
Time and space,
Just seems to bend.
Trying to come up with the words to say,
But time continues on throughout the day.
No words written, distracted by noise,
With the endless options given by toys.
The cursor blinks on and off,
Over and over until I scoff.
"Time to give up", the brain seems to say,
I will still try throughout the day.
Writer's block taunts me sometimes,
With me just trying to come up with a rhyme.
Some days are easier, some are not,
But I just can't seem to figure out the plot.
Maybe take a break, a walk, clear the head,
Then maybe I'll get further ahead.
Maybe take a breath, or two,
And then perhaps... I'll have some words for you.
~P.C. Snider
Copyright 11/02/2025
