Generally ideas should be spewing forth, given the scope
presented by such writing prompts as ‘regret’ and ‘hope’…
Something I am certain I must have felt many a time,
And ought to be able to reflect or speak of in a few lines…
Surely, they are something any of my choices must reflect in abundance (?!)
Yet I still draw an absolute blank as I try to crank out a single sentence…
Let alone work towards a theme, idea or even remember a single experience,
And this includes those which can be read by an adult audience!
I can’t believe I am resorting to posting this ridiculous attempt
Just so I can somehow get by and complete day 3’s assignment,
And have this pathetic rhyme go down in my annals of shame
As a proof of ability to reflect inspired cluelessness, as my only claim to fame.
Seconds tick by and I am still nowhere near a thought or a line
To rescue me from this deplorable rhyme,
Which even to my untrained & untalented eye and ear,
Seems more than just a little too much to bear.
I mean, I never even called myself a writer and it is so ridiculously unfair,
That such a block should befall one who’s not even trying to pretend to the name!
Oh hell and damnation, see if I care,
After all I promised to see this through for a year,
So if everything has a price, count this as my fare.
And for those who actually came across this and continued to read more,
Heavens bless your trusting , innocent soul.