Writers block: Didactic Poetry challenge.
I sit here for what seems an eternity
staring at the blank page in front
i start to think of theΒ absurdity
and make an effort to confront
the inability to put pen to paper
is seems like a lot of labour
words start to form in my head
so on the paper i put them to bed
line after line it forms
the page in front transforms
my mind seems to be preforming
the words and lines are reforming
to write you must make the effort
and endeavour to reach the end
but i hate writing poems that rhyme
because it takes me such a long time.