Untitled-a poem

Untitled

My brain is tired; I hold the pen.

the paper’s clean–the words within.

I screw my face and grunt and squirm.

The words won’t come—I draw a worm.

They say what matters most—start writing,

and so with all my heart I’m fighting.

Today what matters most is

writing!

                                                                                                  copyright 2005 Robin Prince Monroe

              

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