Here is the thoughtless writer,
Holding my pen and paper,
Will I write? Maybe later.
I'm just a thoughtless writer.
I'm holding the pen to release,
Looking for comfort and peace.
Crumpled paper everywhere,
I really don't care.
I can't imagine,
This is not inspiring.
I have to write something,
But I am here, thoughtless and nothing.
Checked my dictionary,
Looking for words that are flowery.
Stood up and went outside,
Still no thought inside.
Breathe in and out,
Releasing a loud shout.
Maybe I am just depress,
I am nothing but thoughtless.
I went back to my desk,
I need some rest.
I will write later,
'Til next time, thoughtless writer.
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC