©2012, Karen A. James
As I stare at the blank page and wonder what to write
Numerous thoughts flood into me, and all but start a fight
Begin with something witty to captivate the mind
Or of ill fated lovers, whose lives appear sublime
Speak of current affairs to show that I'm abreast
Oh, how about a virgin maid who Satan has now possessed
Conjure up a story of what's happened in the past
Hmm let's not go there, that well is way too vast
Animate a tale of a festive winter's scene
Just so many darn ideas, I think I may just scream
One more thought pops in my head, louder than the rest
Time old girl admit defeat, you've given it your best
Crest fallen I acknowledge a topic I could not choose
I'll try again another day, for this battle I will not lose
