Broken Letters

Broken Letters

Putting pen to paper

Nothing connecting

Everything seems to be dissecting

I needed a better direction

Couldn't make any sort of connection

Everything needed correcting

No knew ideas that I am detecting

Thoughts flow round

But nothing gets put down

I want to write it

But as the ink is about to touch

It seems like there is not much

I am always in such a rush

Never have time for ideas to gush

Half flows from the pen

Then I need to think about it again

Or I end up with scratches from a hen

Thoughts never to be seen again

Imagination from where I know not stem

Something for which I thought I had a ken

Etchings upon which my vocation depends

Just when I thought I was getting better

There was not even a new letter

Nothing to distinguish the ink from the paper

Writing this hoping everything would become greater

Couldn't even come up with something to talk about later

But it is a question of whether or not it is me or the pen that is the instigator

My hand keeps moving trying to lay down letters thoughts unfettered

It would never get better there would just be a lot of broken letters