Reminiscing: A Collection of Poems

The Poet

Here I sit

My delicate fingers resting on the keys

Typing nothing

Thoughts run through my mind

But no way to put them to paper

Well I guess it's not paper

My mind screams with ideas

But there's no imagination

Type, type, type

Holding the backspace key

Delete a stanza or two

Write another one

Delete it

Trying to come up with ribbons of rhyme

Because apparently none is a crime

I suppose free verse is the way to go

But wait this sounds so perfect

Delete, delete, delete

Why can't I just write something?

I tap my finger on the desk

Here I am still with nothing written

All this is is a pity party

The struggle is real they say

It's so real that it echoes in my mind

Delete, delete, delete

Just write as you go

It used to work but not today

I should probably clean my room

Get distracted

Why am I on my computer again?

Oh yes that's right

Let's try this again

Delete, delete, delete

Music plays in the background

Oops I forgot to feed the cat

Better hurry up

Oh this will do

Nevermind

Delete, delete, delete

The headache sets in

I close the laptop

It's already 11:30

Goodbye digital paper

The end.