Broken Lines Poem by Chris Frando

I compose essays, stories and poetry
For my competitions and own pleasures
Whatever its result and purpose
I do my best to make it a masterpiece.

Then I tried to work for a new one
About an unforgettable experience in my life
About an important thing that marked
About a special someone in the past.

There are many splendid things on my mind
But I can’t find the words to put those on my paper
There are some odd things that hinder my hand
Writing simple lines about that matter.

When I started writing the first two words, “If only…”
Nothing else followed but the tears flowing
Dropped my pen and crumpled my paper
Ended the night with sorrow and grief.

I cannot work a good composition
Having this bad disposition
My mind is full of confusions
Seeking for the art of expression.

Maybe someday, on the right time
I can create another masterpiece
Now, my unfinished poem lingers on my memories
But then, these broken lines will be complete.