'' Our World Is Full Of Surprises '' Poem by Bri Mar

When words stop flowing,
You feel a foregoing,
Will this ever reach a conclusion,
Your ire keeps growing,
Your mind starts slowing,
You need to find a solution.

The problem is where?
You feel such despair,
They do say seek and ye'll find,
You try a prayer,
To ignite your flare,
Despite this you still remain blind.

My chances are slender,
Of words I'm the vendor,
Yet today they have all disappeared,
The great pretender,
Is about to surrender,
This is much worse than I feared.

I start to dwell,
This is sheer hell,
Will my abilities ever return?
Who can tell,
Am I under a spell?
My stomach has started to churn.

As I cannot win,
Do I just give in?
As my very thoughts are under attack,
My chances though thin,
I look deep within,
From now there is no going back.

I see the light,
It's shining bright,
The written word takes on many disguises,
Whatever's in sight,
Gives good reason to write,

‘' Our World Is Full Of Surprises ‘'