The Hours of Poetry Both 2u and I Have Spent Decomposing

Though for hour's i as myself And probably you as i Have spent nay been transfixed Ever pondering and decomposing the poetic verse Starring hazy glazed into an unfulfilled keyboard dimly lit computer screen I just can't find the thoughts i wish my mind's to find or remitt Likewise transmit the emotions i am aspiring to committ to or admit to As everytime a word and thought appears A second later it disappears And cometh now hour's late at night once darkness is subsidizing and the sun has begun to peek inside my curtains I am as i was hour's earlier still starring ever more tired at an empty computer screen Devoid of both my word's my thoughts and emotions Apart from what i am currently relating to you now Simply wishing to whilst away a passing few hour's away Until i have or can come up with something of reverence to relay And my mind starts stimulating and titillating my fingers upon my ever more expectantly keyboard key's When once finished written and thus posted i tenuously read back In hopeless expectation Of better thing's in hour's to come