The words won't work Nothing will come out The page is empty All is blank I don't know what they want Can't tell what will be right
By Christopher Beard3 months ago in Poets
It was never fair They would not let me there Never any doubt But that is not what this is all about The place I wanted to be
I didn't want to be here Standing on the edge Wasn't the best place to take a fall But they continued to call
It arrived the other day Just sitting there in the middle of the room Wasn't sure what to do about it Something not quite right
It attracts all Not sure if it is a ball Everything seems to heed it's call Never seems to appall It collects them all
The breeze blows Allowing for the flow Neither this way or that The wind moves in the direction it pleases The brisk breeze plays in the way it wants
Some just come to play You don't have to pay Especially on a sunny day Might be a different story when it is grey
It seemed like something odd Wasn't sure if we could get even Maybe it was something a bit weird We weren't sure if it would ever be cleared
It was in the darkness hiding This was the new situation I was finding Seemed like this would be forever binding
It shouldn't be the case But you would understand if you knew the place It will drive you crazy at this pace
Couldn't see anything Sitting in the morning Feeling that the air was so crisp It was something that was hard to resist
Thought I was going insane Looks like it is going to rain I know it is a pain Hopefully all this won't be in vain
