A poem i wish to write
but words refuse to come insight
i, alone in the room and the light
with my pen, i fight.
Right words, i don't find
though i put my heart and mind.
My imagination flew like a kite,
In anger and annoy, my pen-I Bite.
Of no topic i can think
nothing else, then i blink, Scribbled lines
which do not link
i think, think and think.
In exhaustion my face grew pink.
Amazed, i have finished a full bottle of ink.