Ode To A Lack Of Inspiration On A Sunday Night

November 20, 2009
By Ichigh0st BRONZE, Williamsville, New York
Ichigh0st BRONZE, Williamsville, New York
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Sitting in my chair
chin to palm
looking anywhere for inspiration
and finding none
just as I have found all week.
My back aches
and I smell the green
struggle for life
from the trees I planted yesterday
miles away.
My eyes whisper and beg
'please, this isn't working;
give up and go to bed.'
And my bedroom also calls to me
smelling of comfort and warmth
while my pillow coos that I could
'just take a quick rest.'
And my pajamas stare
boring holes into back
because they know
I waited too long.

The author's comments:
I wrote this for my Creative Writing class when I was not inspired by the topic we were supposed to be writing about. And I managed to work the topic into this poem, too.

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