Time Was...

I don't wanna!

Time was, when I could write more than a few lines,

a pages-long story, or a longer-a*s poem, but those times

are over, I guess, my concentration has reached its low ebb,

or at least I hope it has, my brain lately is filled with cobwebs.

To be fair, I've never been able to sit still long enough to write a book,

every ounce of my concentration and mental pain is what that took.

I did manage one short one, but I still wanted to end it after page three.

But now I can't even write three pages, what in the hell's wrong with me?

See, even with this poem, I'm looking for the exit door,

It should be twice as long, but I don't want to write any----!

Reviews

[Gee]

I have the concentration of a cabbage white butterfly, so know where you're coming from, although mine is natural and not "head on smash" induced. Sorry to read that. Anyways liked the piece I have just perused.

[Michael Stevens]

Thank you much, and I blame concentration, when in reality, I'm just lazy, I guess, but lack of concentration sounds better!