I swear I tried...
Not to confront the blank page,
Not to break the silence,
Not to add into the heap of butts another cigarette.
Verily, I tried...with all my might,
Not to write...never to rhyme ever again.
But here I am, just like yesterday,
little more dead...little more grey.
Perhaps I know not any other route...
another means of redeeming myself.
Not an ounce of pleasure,
I\'ve derived from this way...
Not a step closer to my dreamed isle...
Not a moment of solace,
for my tormenting soul...
yet... I return to the same act,
on the same pathway...
Oh lord, have you forsaken me from thy grace?