Brain of Paper and Blood of Ink

Writer's encounter many problems with their work at some point but one is the most prominent and we still persevere. An older poem of mine and second place winner of a local poetry contest.

Brain of Paper and Blood of Ink

Brain of paper and blood of ink

I write and write of the things that I think

I’m my own worst critic

I think it’s all bad

People tell me I’m wrong

It’s really too sad

I write and write but sometimes can’t think

When there’s nothing inside

When my mind draws a blank

When writer’s block hit there’s nothing to do

But lay around and ponder my views

Sometimes I wish and wish with all of my might

I like to wish on those dark, blanking, nights

That from Shakespeare to Doyle

From Anne Rice to Poe

To be as gifted as them I’d gladly sell my soul

But then it hits me

My soul is who I am

Then my mind sparks

The pen strikes with a Bam

I’ll write forever and sometimes days on end

It’ll last forever until the writer’s block hits again

I’ll write for hours and into the dead of night

I sip from the coffee and see the the new dawn’s light

I write and write if the things that I think

For I have a brain of paper and blood of ink.