I will never write a masterpiece
I believe this is so
Oh, what happened to my writer's peace?
Oh, will it ever show?
Again and again my mind comes together.
”Where did I go wrong?”
It asks.
“Was it my own discretion?”
I've been hit with writer's block, they say
But it's been way too long
I just tell them ”you’re 'cray.”
Who knows? Maybe it's here to stay.
But as of now, I'm in the gray.
(Grey, if you are British)
Until another masterpiece is fulfilled;
My feelings will revert to skittish
I will never reach my master peace,
for I am not skilled.