Been staring on this blank page for a while now.
Written one word, two words… oh, to express I don’t know how.
I have something in mind I wanted to share,
I just can’t find the exact words to start the tale.
My imaginary friends are not visiting me.
I don’t know why, could it be because they are busy?
Oh, I think I understand,
not everytime we have the upper hand.
These words keep flowing,
I don’t really know where they’re coming.
My imaginary friends, they’re what I have waited,
but right now I think, my time isn’t wasted.
A friend once told me,
“the world may fall apart, but you will write anyway”
Because I’m a writer,
and this is my quandary.
P.S Hello, there! This is my first attempt into poetry. I’m not sure if I hit the right rules. If you have any suggestions, I’m very open to it. What do you think?