Scraping The Barrel.

With having written a poem a day for the last few months I felt like I was struggling to find anything to write, so as usual wrote my complaining into a verse.


Once again

I cannot think

Of verse

To put on paper

I scrabble for

The eloquence

That sometimes


But I’m scrabbling

At nothing

Scraping a barrel

Long scraped clean

Till my complaints

Become the verse


Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment.

The Lonely Recluse.

~ by The Lonely Recluse on September 16, 2012.

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