When Words Don't Rhyme

WHEN WORDS DON'T RHYME

I sit with pen on paper, inspiration lost,
The warmth of every ray buried in a frost,
Covering every speck of life-nourishing verse,
Spreading its misty tentacles as all my thoughts disperse,
The pen splutters and scratches not making any sense,
Failing to push me across the tall, imposing fence,
Unable to cross over to where words still rhyme,
Patterns emerge easily, ideas not hard to define,
Even the smallest sounds here wither the mind dry,
Attempts to resow the seeds are quickly denied,
To rejoin the broken links seems an impossible task,
Fill the void within me, it's just too much to ask,
A heap of discarded paper is all that remains,
The result of my effort, an end with no gains,
Right where I started, back to square one,
Ending my useless quest before it had even begun,
What can I do but quit and accept defeat,
Perhaps return another day when words start to greet,
Allowing me to delve deep into their stock
And write about the day I had a writer's
block...

~ Rahul Misra ~

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