The Writer

I close my eyes,

And clear my mind.

What’s left to write,

What words to rhyme.

It’s all been said,

A thousand times.

What can I add,

What words align.

What right have I,

To speak my mind.

To add a verse,

Perhaps opine.

My brains a whirl,

with words and thoughts.

I’m frozen stiff,

And tied in knots.

I close my eyes,

And clear my mind.

The words will come,

And I’ll be fine.  

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole