I can feel it
just under the surface
all this wonderment just waiting
to pour out of this trembling pen
but the moment is fleeting
and my ink splashes upon the page
making each syllable crash together
expelling the emotion
that I fought so hard to achieve
Trying to recapture the magic
only to find this useless pen
dangling
from my uninspired fingertips...
I watch the pen fall
along with all I thought
I'd someday say...
only to see
the blank paper's
judgmental eyes turn away
