I wish I could write
Yet life´s meddling
Has me drawing  blanks
I stare at the screen
I stare at a sheet
It´s all the same
There´s only white
And my pen grows dry
And my heart colder
My blood thicker
My mind dumber
A jam of words
Within me grows
I can´t form verses
Theres only letters
Only phonemes
Only scribles
That look like symbols
Lost meaning all...
So many poems to write
They remain in the void
For you will have to excuse me
I need to get back to work...