- but -

y'know,

i wait to write poetry but it never comes

the mood to write is so

delicate

it passes me by so quickly

i want it to be intrepid

- but -

i use vocabulary i don't quite understand,

can't quite explain

and still,

i am here

waiting to write

waiting for the words to flow

- but -

i am bogged down

by the depression a writer knows all too well

slipping beneath the undertow

the gnashing of rocks

against my head

and still,

the words will not flow;

they keep on

rolling,

rolling on,

like waves

in this head of mine

telling me

you have to write, you want to write

- but -

when it hits,

it just

leaves

full stop