Why is this happening to me
I have writers block you see
I don't know what to do
I've grown tired writing of you
It's run dry
And is quite a bore
Night time is normally when my writing is peak
But now my writing seems to be weak
Poems need much more than rhyme
They need words that will survive time
Mine just crumble and break
Maybe I'll have better thoughts when I wake

On a train with no destination
Hopped aboard without hesitation
Pretty sure good time I'm making
On my way to nowhere lately

Out the window passes by life's condition
The conductor speaks but I'm not listening
While with pad and pen I am listing
The parts of life that I am missing

The windows reflection shows me what I'm not
The empty seat next to me is all that I've got
Realization that I'm a sorry sod
My reflection gives me back a nod

As the train pulls into the station
I was right with the time I am making
Into an emptiness no way of naming
I step onto the platform without hesitation

To wait for the next train...

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A bloom is not forgotten for its fragrance lingers on
Captured in the morning dew that plays upon the lawn
Delicate the petals when no longer we do find
Still its beauty follows us forever in our mind

The melodies of nightingales within the trees do sing
Until the time they wander off, the wind beneath their wings
When off into the distance finds these birds no longer near
Still their song it plays its tune that we shall always hear

On the beach we build a castle very tall and fine
Made of tiny grains of sand this summer day we find
And even when the tide does wash away our grand surprise
Still we find the magic it does play upon our eyes

When the sun is setting out along the western shore
The warmth upon our skin we felt, we come to want once more
Now as the darkness falls and this new day does turn to night
Still we can remember that the sun was shining bright

As we turn the pages in the brand new book we read
Every new found place into our minds we slowly feed
Coming to the last page and “The End” the words do say
Still we find the story it shall never go away

A bloom is not forgotten for its fragrance lingers on
Captured in the morning dew that plays upon the lawn
But like its beauty this I see when you come into view
I can’t forget a blossom that’s as perfect as are you