Rain and hail beats a
heavy tune
Wind's fingers rip at the walls
of my winter room
And like a heard of scalded banshee
it just wails
I’m trying hard to
force the words to flow
But my tiny chapter
just won’t grow
Yesterday I had the
muse that precious gift
But now today, I just
don’t know.
Words that tempted me
when I was young
Haunt me now like songs
we’ve sung
Today every sentence I’ve
written just fails
So I tap the keys time
and time again
I read margin notes I’ve
scratched with pen
Where is that story
tellers gift I’m sure I had
And why today are my
words so bad
A ray of sunshine tries
to sneak through
But rain and wind wipe
away my sky of blue
Write something else I say
to me
A song a rhyme to find the
flow
My advice for others if
their words were slow
But what’s it worth, this
advice for free
Looking out at an angry
day of stormy sea
Hail and rain still beat
their tune
And wind still rips away
at my writer’s room
And like a hundred banshees
still does wail
Still trying hard to
force the flow
Words still fail and the
chapter doesn’t grow
Yesterday I had my
prize a writer’s gift
And yet today I’m lost
I just don’t know
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