FredPeyer

I can write!

Sitting here looking past the computer at the wall

With no inspiration, no idea, no input at all

Trying hard to let the fingers do the talking

Maybe I should refresh the mind, do some walking

They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder

Where is my muse, what happened to her, I ponder

Hope she will be back soon to help me out

To overcome this terrible writing drought

Being a writer without thought or inspiration

Is like being a silent witness at my own cremation

Watching my dreams flow out the exhaust

No more writing or poems, all is lost

 

But wait, open your eyes and check this out

What I just wrote is a poem without a doubt

My day just turned from dark to light

I’m back in business, I can write!