The Wandering Mind

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I came up with this poem when I couldn't come up with anything else to write. When you have writer's block you feel that you should be able to come up with a good idea, but for some reason you
can't. I hope you enjoy this and will check out some of my other works!

Submitted: September 01, 2018

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I sit at my desk late at night, searching my brain for something,

anything.

I want to create the perfect verse.

But my mind is a desert as my pen runs dry.

My heart beats as minutes slowly fade away.

 

My thoughts are void of ideas of what to write.

I dream of taking you on an adventure through my writing,

but I have nowhere to go.

I want to paint a picture in your mind of the amazing sunset you see as you stand on a pier,

but I can’t find my brush.

You want to read about the final steps I take to summit Mount Everest.

But I am stuck in a lonely valley.

 

There are a million and one thoughts swimming through my head.

But I don’t have the right bait.

I know the most beautiful girl in the world,

but my words are mute to describe her true beauty.

I want to get a song stuck in your head,

but I don’t have the rhythm.

I want to bake you a delicious cake,

but I don’t have a pan.

 

I sit at my desk late at night.

I have everything, yet nothing to write about.

I have drooping eyes that want to shut as I go to sleep.

I have a racing heart as my phone rings and I hear her voice on the other end.

I have callused hands from writing notes for hours on end.

I have sore feet from walking from class to class.

I am a writer, but I have no ink in my pen.


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