Poets Guilt

Originally posted on The Starting End:
Guilty, Of letting My thoughts Occupy my heart Without giving them The attention That they Craved Guilty, Of chasing Them away without ever Even asking why they were here So I could take pen to paper With hand and Help Guilty, Of missing The feelings that They had tried…

When I have nothing to write

What shall be the words of this page, for nothing at this time comes to light. I see the world as a stage, yet of nothing do I care to write. This indeed is a rare time for me for my pen has always come through, word after word and line upon line, each poem,different…