Today, I failed to write a poem.
One a day had kept me going,
Until the silence in my head
Expanded and my brain went dead,
And left me feeling quite frustrated,
Forlorn, aghast, demotivated,
Waiting for the magic time
When words appear that seem to rhyme,
And give a taste of an emotion,
Or a sound, of an unsaid notion.
Being a poet is just not funny.
I’m only in it…….. for the money.
© Davy D 2017