09 March 2015

I Can't Write

stared at a piece of paper thinking
thinking about what I wanted to write

write about dreams and my fantasies
fantasies like my realities

realities of infinite numbers
numbers of syllables per lines
lines of iambic penta- what the
the whole thing is confusing

confusing but not impossible to do
do you get a sense of deja vu

deja vu we've done this before
before you walk out that door

door of my imagination opened
opened wide and spilling into my mind
my mind couldn't wait to share
share nothing I froze and just stared

Copyright©2015 by Patrick B Vince

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