Staring at a blank page
Wondering where to start
Should I attempt to make sense?
Or just rhyme all the words at heart

Hold the pencil in my hand
Haven't decided what it will write
A poem full of complaints
Or another lonely night

The lines are still empty
Nothing is there at all
No feeling or thought
Not mark just ever so small

Its not working
I've given up once more
Nothing ever works
I should of thought of this before