I've sat here for at least an hour,
Trying to make every word right,
But my brain is slowly losing power,
As I write on through the night.
Tapping my pencil repetitively,
Occasionally staring at the clock,
It's good I'm not writing competitively,
Because now I have writer's block!
A few deep breath's calm the soul,
But my eye's slowly begin to burn,
Yet I'm determined to reach my goal,
If only the gear's in my brain would turn!
I look at my page with a gleaming smile,
As I realize I've created my own art,
And have learned a secret how to compile;
Think not from your mind, but from your heart.
Just read through this piece of yours and its nothing short of brilliance. I like your rhyming prowess and the organisation of your thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is amazing. One, totally relatable, and two, I loved how you rhymed everything. There's also a very powerful message here. I love it!