Wondering what to write,
Cant see much happening tonight.
I long for a few words,
Just to make them rhyme.
I fail in this endeavor,
Making no head nor tail which I can savour.
I wish to sing, I wish to dance,
and lose my self at trance.
I pen a few lines,
but end up wasting a pine.
I want to write and want to strike,
but somewhere I'm losing sight.
Its not that easy, I have to be picky,
only then I can be a little snazzy.
4 comments:
why is everybody feeling that void ...n later we say ...no time to even think!!!
last blog written in april ... no time to write ??? :)
One thing about poetry is that only the person who wrote it understands it's true meaning.
the rest only interpret it in their own way...
It sounds like you have a lot trapped within you waiting to surge out...
May all your wishes come true Darryl!
May nothing hold you back! :)
In it something is. Earlier I thought differently, many thanks for the help in this question.
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