What Was I Going To Say?

Black pen , white paper
My thoughts a little grey
Would I find the words
What was I going to say

Hoping to fill the blanks
Often I paused this way
The need of inspiration
What was I going to say

Thoughts refuse to spill
They gather day by day
Would you understand
What was I going to say

Reviewing the situation
In my roundabout way
My emotions circulate
What was I going to say

Onto tear stained paper
Penning through grey
Could I pass this point
What was I going to say

In arriving at this stage
My feelings in disarray
If you return thoughts
What was I going to say