T’was the sixteenth of December
And I was driving myself nuts!
I erased and erased,
Following entire sentence cuts!
Nothing I wrote
Seemed to quite work.
Please tell me that help –
Somewhere it doth lurk?
I’m going to be late,
T’will never be done on time!
I could see the calender turning.
I could hear the clock chime.
But, still, this short story,
Was leaving me a blank!
I’m drowning, I’m drowning!
Someone send me a plank!
The cursor kept blinking,
The page was just… white…
Not a single word or sentence,
Was gracing my sight.
Oh what will I do??
I have my story all planned!
When will the words for this story,
Instead of fleeing in my brain – land?
To the KING be all the glory!
Just think of how great the words will be when they finally appear. xo