rough draft – less than perfect

i try to move the words around

in some important way fashion

but no matter how i try

it always seems substandard

the writers muse is just not with me

the pen is like a stranger

the paper stares stark white


and blinds me in it’s glare

so i try and try over again

but i still can’t get it right

i wish there was a way

to cure this block tonight for me