Dedicated To A Lack Of Inspiration
For some reason I can't find,
Any form of inspiration.
To write a poem,
For anything in dedication.
I'm searching my mind,
For things that may be creative.
Yet all I can find,
Is a blank narrative.
The most intimidating thing,
Is an empty page.
For I have no idea what to write,
Or what to rhyme at any stage.
So this will just be short,
And maybe not so sweet.
As my lack of inspiration,
Has truly got me beat.
This is probably a waste of paper,
And a complete waste of time.
As my rhyming is not so good,
And I guess neither is this.
By: Heath G. Schofield
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