The struggle to make the words come out is frustrating at the least
To string together these aimless thoughts is not an easy feat
Days go by, yet nothing can fill the blank and empty space
And so I try and once again its failure that I face
I type , delete, then type again what garbage do I write?
Beginning, middle, and the end all sound so very trite
But write I must! I have no other course from which to gain
The inner peace of creativity that runs freely in my veins
So please forgive this stumbled bid, it’s all I could produce
Soon I promise, faithful friends , an entry of more use
But still a lesson to be learned from this stint of writer’s block
We must go on, live, and create- even if it makes us the laughing stock
So ends my little entry from a Chigirl’s Diary Blog
One last little line to end the rhyme. I’ll end it using frog.