Staring at a blank page,
The white document taunting me.
Focus slipping,
As I couldn’t think of anything to write.
My head lowers in defeat.
A rush of frustration exhaled sharply,
From my mouth as the page sat empty;
As I couldn’t think of anything to write.
Until at last! Finally!
An idea graced my barren mind,
I start to write it down,
but it slips
through my hands like water.
Happens every time,
As I couldn’t think of anything to write.