What is wrong with me?
Why is my mind treating me so miserably?
All I ask for are a few words..
To please my soul.
But seems like my numb mind
Is being too difficult
To let it all flow.
All I ask for are a few words
To rain down from my brain.
But every time I sit down to write
Holding this pen with all my might,
My mind remains to be distracted
Refusing to partake in my efforts
That could possibly bring me
Some glory.
Into Words 