Sometimes the words don’t come
I stare at the screen, struck dumb
My computer, it mocks with its hum
And the whole of it fells pretty glum
But my passion fills in with a buzz
My brain, it now clears from the fuzz
This word does it rhyme? Yes it does!
I begin to forget what once was
We write with a love for the word
We write so our thoughts can be heard
When it flows we take flight like a bird!
But it stalls, like our love has been spurred
An addiction is grasped from the start
When the word play takes root in our heart