A Writer’s Curse

Words all jumbled in my brain,

Grasping for the right refrain.

Frustration found at every turn,

A proper sentence I can’t discern.

I squint my eyes and hold my breath,

I gasp at last averting death.

Up and pacing; I circle the room,

I’m drowning in a sea of gloom.

Give me something I scream out loud,

I’m on my knees for I’m not proud.

A simple phrase from whence to start,

I beg you as I fall apart. 

I have a thought at last I shout,

I know just what to write about.

My fingers fly across the keys,

I dot my I’s and cross my t’s. 

I’m a writer for better or worse,

Some days, I admit, it’s such a curse.

When words are jumbled in my brain,

A simple sentence can be a pain.

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole