To Write Or Not To Write

A pen and paper on the desk Wondering what I will write next Something silly, fun or scary Maybe I will make you teary With the words and lines I wrote From all of my little notes Jotting down my crazy thoughts So their not misplaced or lost Sometimes I can write forever Something inside pulls a lever Sentences will flow with ease Its like a writing disease That invades me every time I can't control my love of rhymes Other times it takes a halt Thoughts locked up inside a vault That wont open--it's locked shut There's no words inside my gut Emptiness fills up my soul Leaving me alone and hallow No inspiration to release These deep feeling inside me Day to day I never know Will there be something to show To my poet friendly group Know as The Poetry Soup That I've come to really see As more than friends--their family