No idea

I just wanted to write a poem, however nothing really came to me. So, what I did is, I just started writing and there you go a poem.

Staring at a blank page,

It really doubles my age.

Waiting for the words

To escape my lips.

Lying down, it doesn't seem to help.

As my mind draws a blank.

I wish I could write about a tank.

I need a few tips, nope still a blank.

Maybe it's just me,

Or maybe not.

Maybe I just forgot

About the time I enjoyed to write.

Oh, unlucky me.

Who let writing slip between my fingers,

But where would I be

Without these words that give me glee?

This poem doesn't make sense.

For I had no idea to begin with.

Funny how writing goes,

When you least expect it.

Author's Note

Constructive Criticism please :3