Words Fail Me! ! ! - Poem by Dawn Ferrett
I'm waiting for a spark of inspiration
To set my willing hands to tapping keys,
But all I feel is anger and frustration.
I might as well be typing in Chinese.
I've been here hours and still I have no inkling
How to pull the words out of my head.
The stars outside my room are softly twinkling,
And soon I'll have to drag myself to bed.
I cannot seem to form the simplest phrasing,
Let alone the tempo and the rhyme.
I think I might as well try crystal-gazing!
It all seems such a total waste of time!
Oh, well! I'll just give up and go to sleep now.
My pillow calls and I cannot oppose.
Sleep's soothing hand feels cool upon my fevered brow,
And there's nothing more to do now but...repose!
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