Poezja

As I try to write this poem from the start.
All my words just fall apart! 
My paper crumbles just like bread.
I feel a sharp pain in my head! 
My pens out of ink.
Why can't I think? 
I'm tired of writing. 
Why must I keep fighting? 
I lose my words in the wind
I think this poem is done, the end! 

©2010 Christina Posey