F is for Failure

chris/ September 1, 2005

Oh, the frustration
Sitting at the desk with blank pages, fresh sheets
and a pen, filled
with ink that will not flow

Focus, I tell myself
Find something to capture

but I know that I already have it, it fills me so full that nothing will spill out
I want to force it,
Freeze it with words
Be a poet

Fuck that.
If it’s not flowing, I’ll take my F.

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