by cricketjeff on March 1, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
No words inside my head.
I’ve lost the way and gone astray
Perhaps my muse is dead.
The dark of night still shows the light
Of stars between the clouds
But though they’re bright the gorgeous sight
Cannot remove these shrouds.
The time of year is not severe,
The day was almost spring
But I feel drear my thoughts aren’t clear
I have no spark to bring.
I’ve read a lot of work that’s hot
The best I’ve seen for days
But I’ve not got a single shot
Of talent to amaze.
I’m feeling flat, no this or that
Arrives to lift the gloom.
So here I’m sat a cheerless prat
To contemplate my doom.