I sit here with my eyes closed
hoping, praying, that when I open them
there will have magically appeared
some sort of a phrase of words
that aren't too bad.

But, as is the case ... It never happens.
For each time I open my eyes
I still see blank paper.
No magical phrase of words
to save my day.

So, I sit and wait.
Wait for the words to come to me.
I'm taking a break from chasing words.
What has that ever got me?
Besides more frustration
and less writing.

Until the magicians
aka medical professionals (ha)
can come up with a way
to fight this midnight madness
I guess I'll fight it alone.

One wordless night at a time.

I'll just sit here and wait
who knows
maybe that right word
will come along
and I'll be full of words
once more.