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A Poem on a Wednesday
By Bryande Angela Murray

I decided this Wednesday, that I’d write a poem,
But I’m having a difficult time.

See I started this once, but then I just erased it,
I ran out of words that would rhyme,

With the things I was saying, the message was off,
And the timing it wasn’t quite right.

So I had to start over, and I HATE starting over,
Cause it feels like there’s no fix in sight.

When the very first thought I had, seemed to inspire,
I should have just kept right along.

But then I got distracted, behind, lost my place,
And the words started coming all wrong.

So, now I am here, wondering what I should do,
Saying ‘How can I salvage this piece?”

I could set it aside I ‘spose, simply forget it,
And wait for the moment to cease;

Where I’m blocked and unable, to put on the table,
A poem that is worthy and grand.

Til the letters like music, played straight from the heart,
Leave my mind and flow straight through my hand.

So I’m just gonna do that, there’s no other choice,
I am leaving this “poem” deal behind.

Cause I just couldn’t find the right way to get started,
‘Guess a poem must not be on my mind.