Here I sit and stare
At the empty page
Because it’s empty
I am in a rage
Here I sit and stare
Trying to empty my mind
To find the words
To write poetry of some kind
Here I sit and rage
I need more booze
Still looking at an empty page
Searching for a muse
The muse had always been there
The thing that made me rage
At it I did stare
My muse was the empty page
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem