The words tumble out gracelessly.
Rusty unfamiliar phrases linked together,
In an attempt to create something beautiful.
And as quickly as it was made,
All destroyed again by the furious smashing of a button.
The tiny bar scrolls lower and lower,
The screen immersed in flowing sentences.
Captivating, beautiful, addictive.
Marvelling at the writing, you read on,
And with it, the hope in your bumbling disappear.
A new page, this time it would be different.
Inspiration runs wild, growing rampant until,
The scene is painting perfectly in the mind,
But your words fail to describe what you can see.
Motivation falters, trips and falls.
On and on the cycle turns, and, perhaps,
Next time won't be quite so bad.