My brain is empty
A complete void
Poems I am trying to avoid
I know I should
keep it up
but my mind is empty
maybe I need a anabolic steroid?
then I know I would get
Roid rage
My mind is racing
My heart is pacing
I am getting the feeling
for writing how I am feeling!
Up from the depths comes a poem
I deserve a bottle of Jeroboam!
at last the greatest gift to have no mind what more could you ask for to think and think no treasure there a great poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poets always want to write poems but sometimes nothing is there, I know that feeling way too well.