by Erin Ajello
All I know in disarray
My head races and aches
My mind is messed
Distressed and stressed
I’m cheating this poem with easy rhymes
That let you know I can’t even keep time
Am I losing the one skill I had?
These lines are getting pretty bad
Lately, I can’t seem to write right
Writers block, it’s you I spite
O evil fiend that stops my pen
Making me scramble now and again
I have the ink and the page all ready
Yet my hands are still not steady
They constantly shake
My battered heart breaks
All I have are written words
Desperate pleas that go unheard
Tonight I’m losing that slight release
I need my words to keep my peace
And so this poem may be scattered,
Yet at its end my mind has still not shattered.
