Paper, Pen And Ink... And Boredom

The room was dusty and bare,
leaving me to ponder
upon something beyond
every limitation imposed,

I wanted to break free,
and jump into the sea of creativity,
brave, strong and filled with might,
but I was left pondering upon what to write .

FAILURE

I set out again,
to write something that'd fill me with joy
I wanted to guide my reader on an adventure
but I failed as a guide
and I was left with a heavy heart, and a
heavy stride.

And all my will to write,
was all but destroyed

But on and on I had to go,
for that little fighting spirit inside me told me to do so,

I had to plough through everything in my way,
but the challenge was too hard I have to say...
And this time my will to write,
was really destroyed.

I had set out to write something,
that'd give me something about which to think,
but all I achieved,
was a blank paper and a pen full of ink.

Posted on Tuesday, May 18, 2004 at 05:36AM