When hard work doesn't show great results,many things run through my mind,
Because daily I'm on my grind,
Trying hard to attain something I've always hoped to find,
Feel like closing my eyes,maybe become blind,
Blind to reality because it hurts,
And my heart breaks,
Is it a poets curse that inspiration is great when hurt,
Or is it a blessing in disguise because it is from a bruised heart;that great art is born....