Such a nuisance; is this damn
writers block, like a race against...

Listen...
Can you hear...

Frozen eyes glared; a chill in your stare
your mouth dry; lip balm couldn’t soften...

It felt like I was heading for
a breakdown as...

The tide has turned
waves; flow deceit...

“‘ere your current bun”
What! my son...

There isn't anything, more amazing as
when you come across, a cherished poem...

Upon my shoulders
either side...

If I could be carried upon the air
twirling and flying, and wave at the moon...

She may love me
Or...

My mental state melted,
I can only describe like a...

I walk only a short way
which takes forever...