writing (a poem)

A poem about the process of writing and my feelings about it.

I love to write,

I can easily say.

Yet writing never fails to

Make me feel gray.

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I sadly admit that

I struggle to obey

My mind’s reminders to write

Before my ideas decay.

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There is nothing I love more

Than taking the time to play

With words, yet once I sit down,

All my thoughts fall away.

Author's Note

I wrote this in about twenty minutes for a project that I had been procrastinating on, so it is slightly rushed.