Quiet Time

When shadows bleed by night or day

He comes to steal our souls away

His tracks are seen by window sills

Poets missing with empty quills

A wretched fiend not man nor beast

A glutton of sorts, he comes to feast

He waits until we're broken and meek

Then feeds upon the tired and weak

His teeth are filled with unused ink

He drains our souls so we can't think

Every single poet is known by name

Whether writing for joy or writing for fame

He comes to all with a reason to write

He comes alone but ready to smite

He visits us all around the clock

This evil known as Writer's Block

He'll make us sit for hours on end

Until there's no more time to spend

He's even been known to steal a rhyme

He's also known as our Quiet Time

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

I really like poems about poetry, and this is a fine one, with good rhymes and a good structure, written with a lot of care,and with lots of truth - we will all say, we know how you feel, that`s the way it is...Good write.