Writer's Block

Hours spent in wondering About absolutely nothing – The unwritten poem Too routine to read, Too dreary to discuss. Contemplating what could have been Belief in magical endings – Impossible outcomes Too stunning to let go Too enchanted to write off. I’ll write it Yet don’t Still hoping to receive Some sign Not to shelve it… You’ve got the right idea! Just go with it. Free flow Sans censorship. There’s no rhyme here Just extensive obstruction. No reason for longing After something That simply cannot be… What could live up to These – Impossible expectations? Even if you won’t return These feelings, Please Don’t let me go.