
A Writer’s Bane
Tea sat on desk, ready to go, But thoughts churning like a washing machine set to slow. Pencil poised in an undecided hand, Oh how I wish I had something planned! Back and forth, side to side A cycle endless, and I’m the ride, Empty papers reflect my soul, A world away from a simple goal. Time ticks away, my tea grows cold, I fear … Continue reading A Writer’s Bane