**confused**
New member
I momentarily have a serious case of writers block and am feeling uninspired. If you could off me an inspiration and comment for what you are about to read that would be great.
A poem about the stars,
Would be a written lie,
Because not once tonight,
Have I cared to look at them.
No poems about a lover,
For he does not exist.
Nothing that could draw tears,
Or make laughter flow.
I have been in this prison,
Building resentment.
Every word at my fingers,
None that hold emotions.
I sat here tonight, in attempt,
To write something beautiful.
Never has this happened,
Has all my senses failed?
It seems I'm uninspired.
A poem about the stars,
Would be a written lie,
Because not once tonight,
Have I cared to look at them.
No poems about a lover,
For he does not exist.
Nothing that could draw tears,
Or make laughter flow.
I have been in this prison,
Building resentment.
Every word at my fingers,
None that hold emotions.
I sat here tonight, in attempt,
To write something beautiful.
Never has this happened,
Has all my senses failed?
It seems I'm uninspired.