Beating the blues.

Neither a poem nor a prose
Pen on this paper froze
Stuck in a maze of words
Helpless like wingless birds

The problem of plenty
Many beyond twenty
Where I struggle to choose
To overcome the blues

The emotions lay dry
How much ever I try
With the pen just stuck
As I lay dumb struck

Carving a way out
With lots of doubt
I paint the paper
Thoughts fixed on her

Body and mind are lazy
You’ll have to struggle like crazy
Upon reaching the end of a mile
You’ll definitely break into a smile


7 Comments Add yours

  1. Arianna says:

    Beautifully written!

    Liked by 2 people

      1. Arianna says:

        You’re welcome!

        Liked by 1 person

  2. I did break into a smile! Great piece!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Your poetry-writing skills are good!! 😀

    Liked by 1 person

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