Ok, so, I just wrote this. It is like, the first poem I've written in about a month... I'm not sure about the title or the end, so please tell me what you think! Also, I didn't really edit much.
Dry spell, dry spell,
go away!
Don’t come back,
another day!
My trash can may be happy
full of balled up attempts
to brake this spell
this writers block.
But oh so sad am I.
No clever lines; or beautiful words
can I transfer from my mind,
to the blank paper before me.
Ink tear drops fall
from my neglected pen.
Writers block, please go away.
If not for me, for my poor pen.
Paper left forgotten,
no use for it now;
and so it just fades away
into a pile of unnoticed dust
Oh, please, I’m begging now;
go take a vacation.
I’m sure you could use one,
you’ve been at me forever it seems.
Now when you go-
Oh, please do so soon-
done worry about returning,
if you’re need, I’ll be sure to let you know.
Okay, just felt like adding this: I got inspiered to write this when I tossed a empty water bottle into my little trash can in my bedroom. It just Popped into my head!
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