I waited br Pen held above a blank sheet br I waited, but nothing br I looked around and waited br For something br Something that can awaken br This mind, dormant for so long br But nothing br I want to write br But this mind is blank br This pen remained unused br And this paper blank for days br How frustrating to have br A heart obsessed to write br And a mind intent on sleeping br And so I wait br For that glorious moment br In a poet’s life br When everything moves br With poetic grace br And then I write br But until then br I waitbr br Jemarie Ragudobr br